The blue of daylight fades and chills as the sun sinks beneath clouds of fire.
I never get tired of the blue sky.
There is no blue without yellow and without orange.
Blue is the color of peace. Water is blue. I like the color blue because it just puts me at peace. The patriotic symbol is blue. I just like blue.
Blue color is everlastingly appointed by the deity to be a source of delight.
It is blue, blue, and blue everywhere, and so beautiful that God might well have spent all eternity making it.
I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.
I am blue, the color of melancholy.
There is no blue without yellow and orange.
I never saw a man who looked with such a wistful eye upon that little tint of blue which prisoners call the sky.
Let me, O let me bathe my soul in colours; let me swallow the sunset and drink the rainbow.
The bluebird carries the sky on his back.
The world is blue at its edges and in its depths. This blue is the light that got lost.
Blue skies smiling at me, nothing but blue skies do I see.
The sky grew darker, painted blue on blue, one stroke at a time, into deeper and deeper shades of night.