What we perceive as the present is the vivid fringe of memory tinged with anticipation.
Every philosophy is tinged with the coloring of some secret imaginative background, which never emerges explicitly into its train of reasoning.
All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves.
Life is like a cocktail, made up for the most part of sweet things, and tinged with a dash of bitters. We must drain it to the dregs to get at the cherry, just as we must live a full and rounded life to know all its pleasures.
I saw two clouds at morning Tinged by the rising sun, And in the dawn they floated on And mingled into one.
I should like the fields tinged with red, the rivers yellow and the trees painted blue. Nature has no imagination.
I come from a boardwalk town where almost everything is tinged with a bit of fraud. So am I.
Everything we do is tinged with the knowledge that this may be the last time that we will do this, and that makes what we're doing incredibly sweet.
