“A something in a summer’s noon, — An azure depth, a wordless tune, Transcending ecstasy.”— Emily Dickinson, amazon.com
“Gaze delightedly at a belt of liquid azure without knowing whether it belongs to the sea or sky.”— Marcel Proust, amazon.com
“Here is a little ideal I stumble upon once every five weeks on a wild and lonely walk, in an azure moment of sinful happiness. To spend one’s life amid delicate and absurd things; a stranger to reality; half an artist, half a bird and metaphysician; with no care for reality.”— Friedrich Nietzsche, amazon.com
“Lotto’s heart kicked froglike in his chest; sweeping toward him in her brilliant blue skirt, Mathilde. His azure lion rampant. Her long hair plaited down her left breast, she, the nexus of all the good of this world.”— Lauren Groff, amazon.com
“Since a subtle interaction exists between sound and shape, I see q as browner than k, while s is not the light blue of c, but a curious mixture of azure and mother-of-pearl.”— Vladimir Nabokov, amazon.com
“I take the azure ladder into sun colored haze. Numb me, numb me, numb me.”— Markus Siegenhort, open.spotify.com
“All of this is as unsure as writing on water, but water with the azure of reflected possibilities.”— Vladimir Nabokov, amazon.com
“And do you recall the thunderstorms of our childhood? Frightful thunder over the verandah — and at once the most azure aftermath and on everything: diamonds?”— Vladimir Nabokov, amazon.com