Quotations About / On:
Glowing flame within lightbulb... yellow feathers of imprisoned bird
A chaste woman ought not to die her hair yellow.
(Menander (c. 342-291 B.C.), Greek playwright. Fragments, no. 610.)
The road to the City of Emeralds is paved with yellow brick.
(L. Frank Baum (1856-1919), U.S. author. The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, ch. 2 (1900).
The words do not appear thus in the film (1939), which features the song, Follow the Yellow Brick Road.)
There is no blue without yellow and without orange.
(Vincent Van Gogh (1853-1890), Dutch painter. Letter, June 1888. The Complete Letters of Vincent Van Gogh, vol. 3, no. B6 (1958).)
There Was a Country in which the Half of a Yellow Sun shone on The Famished Road...
Fear has nothing to do with cowardice. A fellow is only yellow when he lets his fear make him quit.
(Jerome Cady, U.S. screenwriter, and Lewis Milestone. Captain Ross (Dana Andrews), The Purple Heart (1944).)
... a legitimate revolution must be led by, made by those who have been most oppressed: black, brown, yellow, red, and white womenwith men relating to that the best they can.
(Robin Morgan (b. 1941), U.S. author, feminist, and child actor. Goodbye to All That (January 1970).)
Our flag is red, white and blue, but our nation is a rainbowred, yellow, brown, black and whiteand we're all precious in God's sight.
(Jesse Jackson (b. 1941), U.S. clergyman, civil rights leader. Speech, July 16, 1984, Democratic National Convention, San Francisco. Quoted in The Harper Book of American Quotations, ed. Gorton Carruth and Eugene Ehrlich (1988).
Jackson added, "My constituency is the desperate, the damned, the disinherited, the disrespected and the despised.")
The canoe and yellow birch, beech, maple, and elm are Saxon and Norman, but the spruce and fir, and pines generally, are Indian.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. "Chesuncook" (1858) in The Maine Woods (1864), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 3, p. 120, Houghton Mifflin (1906).)
who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty incantations which in the yellow morning were stanzas of gibberish.
(Allen Ginsberg (b. 1926), U.S. poet. Howl (l. 51). . .
Allen Ginsberg: Collected Poems 1947-1980 (1984) Harper and Row.)