The true color of life is the color of the body, the color of the covered red, the implicit and not explicit red of the living heart and the pulses. It is the modest color of the unpublished blood.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The true colour of life is the colour of the body, the colour of the covered red, the implicit and not explicit red of the living heart and the pulses. It is the modest colour of the unpublished blood.
Red, of course, is the colour of the interior of our bodies. In a way it's inside out, red.
I've always believed human blood is red because it really needs to draw attention to itself.
Each color lives by its mysterious life.
In our life there is a single color, as on an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.
Color is a power which directly influences the soul.
Color is for me the purest form of expression, the purest abstract reality.
Colours exist for me as entities in themselves, as metaphysical beings.
The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts.
It wouldn't be 'True Blood' if somebody didn't die.
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