Top 100 Dark Blue Quotes
#1. Radium, discovered by Marie and Pierre Curie in 1898, was especially popular: the 'it' element of its day. Radium glows an eerie blue-green in the dark, giving off light for years without any apparent power source. People had never seen anything like it.
Sam Kean
#2. The sky was dark blue twilight, pretty to look at but lonely to walk under.
Lemony Snicket
#3. Every book should begin with attractive endpapers. Preferably in a dark colour: dark red or dark blue, depending on the binding. When you open the book it's like going to the theatre. First you see the curtain. Then it's pulled aside and the show begins.
Cornelia Funke
#4. The Net
I made you many and many a song,
Yet never one told all you are
It was as though a net of words
Were flung to catch a star;
It was as though I curved my hand
And dipped sea-water eagerly,
Only to find it lost the blue
Dark splendor of the sea.
Sara Teasdale
#5. If I describe a person's physical appearance in my writing, which I often do, especially in fiction, I never say someone is "black" or "white." I may describe the color of their skin - black eyes, beige skin, blue eyes, dark skin, etc. But I'm not talking about race.
Jamaica Kincaid
#6. How can one find the first moment of love? When,in what instant, does the night's dark sky become blue?
Susan Abulhawa
#7. It was the time when the field mice ventured out, after the hawks had settled in the trees but before the owls came to hunt. The sky was now the color Elv liked best - a tender dark blue, falling to earth like ashes.
Alice Hoffman
#8. From the floor, I see the tops of the Philadelphia skyline out of her window. Staring at it, I realize that the night sky isn't really black, which is the way I've always thought of it. It's actually a dark shade of blue, the darkest possible.
Siobhan Vivian
#9. Dark City Blue is a freight train of a thriller crashing through some madhouse city night while a bomb's ticking down to zero. It's the cage fighting equivalent of a police procedural: violent, gaudy, and packing heat.
Trent Jamieson
#10. Into the dark, smoky restaurant, smelling of rich raw foods on the buffet, slid Nicole's sky-blue suit like a stray segment of the weather outside.
F Scott Fitzgerald
#11. My own spirituality serves the human evolution.
I learned to walk in the dark.
I bring a new light.
Religious Leader Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans
The Religion Of The Blue Circle
November 11, 2016
Petra Hermans
#12. Reach me a gentian, give me a torch! Let me guide myself with the blue, forked torch of a flower down the darker and darker stairs, where blue is darkened on blueness even where Persephone goes, just now, from the frosted September to the sightless realm where darkness is awake upon the dark.
D.H. Lawrence
#13. The Mississippi Delta is not always dark with rain. Some autumn mornings, the sun rises over Moon Lake, or Eagle, or Choctaw, or Blue, or Roebuck, all the wide, deep waters of the state, and when it does, its dawn is as rosy with promise and hope as any other.
Lewis Nordan
#14. If you can't get your core audience to watch the show, it's very hard to then pull in enough people outside of your fan base to your network. The networks are just so branded now; USA can't really do a dark despairing drama and FX can't do a blue-sky show. People watch the networks they watch.
Warren Leight
#15. We stayed at a cheap hotel that had a view out the window more beautiful than anything I'd ever seen. The water was wickedly blue. A cliff of dark rock jutted out of the sea. I wanted to cry because I was sure I would never get to be in such a place again.
Jenny Offill
#16. You are a strange people. So loving, yet so lonely, inside. I would lie awake at night and gaze up at the dark blue sky, and ache to feel your loneliness - even though I was always there. I was always there, Mae.
Charlotte Stein
#17. Beyond those was a stretch of sand and miles of dark blue sea. You couldn't make out a thing on the other side. As a little girl, Maggie believed that the world dropped off out there, that if you swam far enough you might fall into a starry sky.
J. Courtney Sullivan
#18. The room was dark and velvety from the royal blue wallpaper with its gold pattern, but even here the echo of the flaming day shimmered brassily on the picture frames, on doorknobs and glided borders, although it came through the filter of the dense greenery of the garden.
Bruno Schulz
#19. And what a man he is. Tall, but not too tall. Five o'clock shadow. Late twenties, early thirties. Piercing blue eyes. Short, brown hair that juts forward, matching his angular face. He's wearing an untucked, button-down white shirt and dark-grey slacks. He looks disheveled in the best way possible.
Samantha Riley
#20. Then sail, my fine lady, on the billowing wave -
The water below is as dark as the grave,
And maybe you'll sink in your little blue boat -
It's hope, and hope only, that keeps us afloat
Margaret Atwood
#21. Above me I saw something I did not believe at first. Well above the haze layer of the earth's atmosphere were additonal faint thin bands of blue, sharply etched against the dark sky. They hovered over the earth like a succession of halos.
David G. Simons
#22. Maybe she'd been drinking too much of the super-sweet Mexican Coca-Cola they had down here. Or maybe she was just tired, alone, and far from home. Because somewhere in the brittle, concrete center of Azrael's dark heart, something was melting.
Melissa De La Cruz
#23. Kaitlyn is that kind of girl that might be too interesting, might tempt you to get involved ... A girl who challenged him, who could be my equal ... Her mind was a place of blue pools and blazing meteors ... She stood slim and proud as some medival witch princess against dawn.
-Gabriel
L.J.Smith
#24. His blue eyes spoke a thousand words all rolled into a heartfelt stare. They calmed the panic inside my body. In the silence between two friends, the air carried an entire conversation. His dark lashes blinked back a vow I knew he meant more than anything. 'I promise this will not destroy us.
S.D. Hendrickson
#25. Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
Carl Sagan
#26. The sky was a high, pale blue, like faded linen hung in the sun ... Under the alders were bluebells, dark blue, blue flowers hanging their little heads from the beauty of their blossoms.
Eloisa James
#28. In fall-orbed glory, yonder moon Divine Rolls through the dark-blue depths.
Robert Southey
#29. She wore a steel gray business suit and under the jacket a dark blue shirt and a man's tie of lighter shade. The edges of the folded handkerchief in the breast pocket looked sharp enough to slice bread.
Raymond Chandler
#30. The sun shone through the green of the trees. The sky was a blue only a deity could paint. Beauty always found refuge in the ugly. Truth be told, beauty couldn't really exist without the ugly. How can there be light if there is no dark? Gerard
Harlan Coben
#31. A man notices a woman's figure when she walks in a room. Women have eight million words for blue; a man says dark blue or light blue.
Hallie Ephron
#32. The planes struck, tearing through the curtain of that blue September morning, exposing the dark world that lay right behind it, of populations ruthlessly exploited, inflamed with hatred, and tired of waiting for change to happen by.
Deborah Eisenberg
#33. You're a dark, dangerous storm, Nathan," She tilted her head back, her glacial blue eyes arresting, even in the darkness of the club. "If i'm not carful I'm going to leap off a cliff with you.
Lara Adrian
#34. The sky was electric blue above the trees but the yard felt dark. Stephanie went to the edge of the lawn and sat her forehead on her knees. The grass and soil were still warm from the day. She wanted to cry but she couldn't. The feeling was too deep.
Jennifer Egan
#35. [...]They offended Hood,' he stated flatly.
'And How they did that?' Silk enquired.
'They demanded a tithe upon the temple. I demonstrated Hood's tithe.'
'And who are you to judge?' Smokey demanded. The lad's Dark, almost blue-black eyes edged aside to Smokey. 'I am Hood's Sword.
Ian C. Esslemont
#36. I'm standing in a river. It's blue. Dark blue. Reflecting the color of the evening sky.
Ally Condie
#37. Rough and dark is often the veil of the soul, while within, so pure and transparent. Like the grey crust upon ice, that, when severed, reveals within a pure blue light, like the transparent ether. Thus remain veiled to the stranger, but be not concealed from thyself.
Jean Paul Friedrich Richter
#38. He rubs his forehead, frustrated, then raises his eyes, one dark brown, one gray-blue - the
Eleanor Herman
#39. The blue jay threads a flight-path through stripes of brightness and stripes of mossy dark.
David Mitchell
#40. Cyphus bears the blue flame. Stercus is in thrall of iron. Ferule chill and dark of eye. Usnea lives in nothing but decay. Grey Dalcenti never speaks. Pale Alenta brings the blight. Last there is the lord of seven: Hated. Hopeless. Sleepless. Sane. Alaxel bears the shadow's hame.
Patrick Rothfuss
#41. He took his mouth from hers and stared down at her with eyes so dark they no longer looked blue. "Amanda, do you trust me?"
"Of course not," she said. "I don't know the first thing about you."
Laughter rustled from his chest. "Sensible woman.
Lisa Kleypas
#42. Far clouds of feathery gold, Shaded with deepest purple, gleam Like islands on a dark blue sea.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
#43. Twilight, a timid, fawn, went glimmering by, and Night, the dark-blue hunter, followed fast.
George William Russell
#44. Em," he said again, his eyes wide and dark blue in the dim light. "Did you kiss Mark the other night?
Cassandra Clare
#45. I believe that true beauty comes from inside you and that always shows through. I have no problem with whatever the next look is, whether it's big blonde hair and blue eyes or green hair and dark eyes. That's fine so long as there isn't just one ideal image.
Alek Wek
#46. Anders looked up and saw Rik's chocolate eyes. Even though they were brown, a closer look revealed a blue corona around the dark, almost mahogany brown irises. He'd seen a piece of agate like that once on a dig; a perfect marriage of brown and blue in the depths of a broken stone.
Caraway Carter
#47. The stars were going out now, one by one, dropping like pennies behind the television aerials and the skylights and the washing strung between the chimneys. The sky was still dark - a sated, navy-blue woman - but the grass was jittery with the expectation of dawn.
Peter S. Beagle
#48. His hand is cool on my cheek as he paints a tear beneath my left eye, dark blue and swollen with sorrow.
Jodi Picoult
#49. Erith, he said and bowed his head.
Her blue-black hair hung to her hips in soft waves.
Donna Grant
#50. The Moon, the dried weeds and the Pleiades - Seven feet tall the dark, dried weed stalks make a part of the night a red lace on the milky blue sky
William Carlos Williams
#51. It is dark now. The snow is deep blue and the ocean nearly black. It is time for some music.
May Sarton
#52. I didn't want the person standing there, beside the bed, to have the same face I'd found so attractive at the airport. But you were there all right: the blue eyes, blondish hair, and tiny scar. Only you didn't look beautiful this time. Just evil.
Lucy Christopher
#53. He had these eyes. They were blue and they looked bluer because he had a dark head of hair. They were soulful, in some way; they seemed to say things that I knew he's probably never say out loud.
Audrey Bell
#54. Waking At Night
The blue river is grey at morning
and evening. There is twilight
at dawn and dusk. I lie in the dark
wondering if this quiet in me now
is a beginning or an end.
Jack Gilbert
#55. She was wearing blue jeans and a dark blue peasant blouse, the ties of the neck open. She looked so beautiful and soft, with her big brown eyes and her light brown hair shining in the afternoon light. He couldn't see the pink streak, and he had an incredible urge to find it.
Sarah Addison Allen
#56. I consider myself almost a Californian at this point, because I've been here long enough. Obviously, when I first came to the land of blond-haired, blue-eyed surfer types, I was the sardonic, sarcastic, liquor-swilling, chain-smoking, dark-haired, dark-eyed guy from New York.
Reid Scott
#57. Standing in the corner of room with a glass raised to his lips was a young man. Impeccably and dramatically dressed in dark blue and gold he stood aloof from the crowd, watching the proceedings with little interest.
Claire Warner
#58. He's standing in a cluster of black T-shirts - together, they look like the wilted petals on a single dead flower.
Holly Schindler
#59. I blink a few times and focus as hard as I can on the only face I can see. It is contorted with anger. His eyes are dark blue.
"Four," I croak.
Veronica Roth
#60. Love is blue. A clear cerulean when new. A bright, bold, true blue in its glorious throes. And when it hurts, as it inevitably will, love turns deep, dark, the color of a bad bruise.
Nina Malkin
#61. His blue-green eyes were dark pools of immeasurable depth, pools you could drown yourself in and never again come up for air.
Robert Thier
#62. He still has the most unusually blue eyes I've ever seen. Dark and deep and drenched in passion. I always wondered what it'd be like to see the world through such a beautiful lens. I wondered if your eye color meant you saw the world differently.
Tahereh Mafi
#63. I looked along the San Juan Islands and the coast of California, but I couldn't find the palette of green, granite, and dark blue that you can only find in Maine.
Parker Stevenson
#64. The edge of a colossal jungle, so dark-green as to be almost black, fringed with white surf, ran straight, like a ruled line, far, far away along a blue sea whose glitter was blurred by a creeping mist.
Joseph Conrad
#65. Imagine a guy. He's a little taller than you, with perfect skin, skin that just screams "touch me!" and dark hair and gorgeous blue eyes and he looks so sweet and he is sweet. And then have him blush a little.
Elizabeth Scott
#66. His eyes alone set her insides ablaze.
The blue looked dark as midnight at the moment, a twinkle in his eyes like they held all the stars in his gaze. He had a solar system inside of him, a universe of secrets Serah yearned to explore.
J.M. Darhower
#67. You need to look hot now that you've got three guys giving you the eye.""
Three?"
"Sweet blue-eyed blond trapper ... Muscled blond trapper number two, who buys you cards ... And that gorgeous, 'Where have you been all my life' dude with the raven-black hair and dark eyes.
Jana Oliver
#68. When a strong wind blows, the clouds vanish and blue sky appears. Similarly, when the powerful wisdom that understand the nature of the mind arises, the dark clouds of ego disappear.
Thubten Yeshe
#69. Blue skies or dark night, one truth still holds: God has you. And this is the promise He has made to you: He will never let you go.
Angela Thomas
#70. There's a book of poetry
in the lines of my hands
that no one wants to read
Holly Schindler
#71. I took a closer look. Jesus had piercing blue eyes, dark hair that hung in a flawless mess, his body was emaciated and taut, his hands and feet dripped with blood, and nothing but a gauzy loincloth hid what looked like a nice package underneath.
"Sexy," I said. "He looks like a rock star.
Tiffanie DeBartolo
#72. His arms are tatted up, half sleeves to his elbows. His eyebrow is missing a ring they must've confiscated. Dark blue eyes dark brown hair sharp jawline strong lean frame. Gorgeous Dangerous. Terrifying. Horrible.
Tahereh Mafi
#73. She looked across the table the same time Ash looked up, dark eyebrows coming down low over blazing blue eyes. She grinned. Checkmate.
Joannah Miley
#74. Behind this dark cloud we call life, with its occasional silver linings, there is a blue sky bright with the everlasting light of that hidden world full of majesty without suffering. It is the domain of the one about whom some of us say, 'God is my salvation, I will trust and not be afraid.
Brad Keena
#75. Dark economic clouds are dissipating into an emerging blue sky of opportunity.
Rick Perry
#76. My dream date is a tall, dark, handsome, blue eyed man with a bubble butt who will whisk me away to Paris in a hot air balloon to wine me, dine me and.
Karen McDougal
#77. The buttons of his dark blue uniform allude to an ongoing border dispute with his soft belly.
Colson Whitehead
#78. I sit up in the dark drenched in longing. / I am carrying over a thousand names for blue that I didn't have at dusk.
Joy Harjo
#79. And when my heart is beating
too rapidly in the dark,
I will go downstairs in a robe,
open it up to a blank page,
and try to settle on the blue lines
whatever it is that seems to be the matter.
Billy Collins
#80. The voice came from the other side of the divider, an older man, bald, who wore a leather vest over a dark blue button-down shirt, like a Radio Shack manager who moonlighted as a forest brigand.
Austin Grossman
#81. She took off her dark glasses and squinted at me. It was as though her eyes were shattered prisms, the dots of blue and gray and green like broken bits of sparkle.
Truman Capote
#82. I see trees of green, red roses too. I see them bloom for me and you. And I think to myself what a wonderful world. I see skies of blue and clouds of white. The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night. And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Louis Armstrong
#83. You're not a thing in the dark," Kelly said under his breath.
"No." Nick clutched his fingers tighter. "But I can be."
Kelly stared at him for a long time, nodding, blue-gray eyes turning to quartz granite. "Then we'll be things in the dark together.
Abigail Roux
#84. She talked to herself as she wrote. "Dark hair, about six four five, two-forty. Shoulders the size of Nebraska. Amazing blue eyes." She put down her pen. Amazing blue eyes?Where did that come from?
David Baldacci
#85. I always say my music is like dark blue or black, like a punch to your gut that feels really good.
Banks
#86. His eyes found hers in the dark. They were a storm of blue and grey, at times bright and at others almost colorless. He tipped his head wordlessly in the direction of his chambers, and she followed.
Victoria Schwab
#87. Aidan Kincaid, wearing cargo pants and a dark blue T-shirt with a Search-and-Rescue emblem on the pec, a radio on his hip, looking dusty and hot and tired and sexy as hell.
Jill Shalvis
#88. When she tipped her head and looked upward at the glowing dark blue dome pricked with its millions of lights, bigger and brighter than stars had ever been, she felt the mountains breathe in her face their ancient, frightening cold.
Wallace Stegner
#90. Pedaling through the dark currents, I find an accurate copy. A blue print of the pleasure in me.
Bjork
#91. I wish I were driving a blue 1952 Buick
or a dark blue 1942 Buick
or a blue 1932 Buick
over a cliff of hell and into the
sea.
Charles Bukowski
#92. Lords of melody and song,
Lords of roses burning bright,
Blue will right the ancient wrong,
Though the way is dark and long,
Blue will shine with loving light.
Madeleine L'Engle
#93. Do you no' want to fight the lass?" Rob, his cousin had shouted. He was dark-haired, but not quite as dark as Marcus, a little taller, with swimming blue eyes.
...
"Nay," he said, his voice throaty and dark. "The lass is made for loving, no' fighting. I prefer to watch.
Terry Spear
#94. Whether you're Huguenot or Catholic or Jewish or gypsy or short or have dark skin- or blue skin. Everyone is different. Each person has his or her own soul and is master of his or her own destiny.
Liz Braswell
#95. The Weezer 'Blue' Album is a classic. I think My Morning Jacket's 'Circuital' is a great album to have. Any Led Zeppelin album. Pink Floyd 'The Dark Side Of The Moon' or 'Animals.' I always catch myself at concerts being like, 'Oh, I just stared at the drummer for 15 straight minutes.' I study them.
Christopher Mintz-Plasse
#96. Next, she put her left eye close to the glass-like square. It scanned her retina with a slide of dim blue-light. Immediately after the scan was complete, the gate glided to the side, revealing a closet-sized dark chamber.
A.O. Peart
#97. Born for the blue skies,
We'll survive the rain.
Born for the sunrise,
We'll survive the pain.
Switchfoot
#98. Yum his lips were soft, wet and warm, tasted of honey. He looked hot today; a dark, tight blue tank top showed off his six-pack and muscular arms. The blue in his eyes were luminous.
Elena Carpenter
#99. We made love like green is blue. That's because we were only half into it, though for the record I was the blue and she was the disinterested yellow.
Dark Jar Tin Zoo
#100. His steady gaze held hers. His blue eyes were very dark, uniquely so. She had known people before with blue eyes, but they had always been light blue. Will's were the color of the sky just on the edge of night.
Cassandra Clare
