Quotations About / On:
Glowing flame within lightbulb... yellow feathers of imprisoned bird
There Was a Country in which the Half of a Yellow Sun shone on The Famished Road...
A chaste woman ought not to die her hair yellow.
(Menander (c. 342-291 B.C.), Greek playwright. Fragments, no. 610.)
So, she will never leap up that way again, with the yellow flash of
a mountain lion's long shoot!
(D.H. (David Herbert) Lawrence (1885-1930), British poet. Mountain Lion (l. 37). . .
The Complete Poems [D. H. Lawrence]. Vivian de Sola Pinto and Warren Roberts, eds. (1993) Penguin Books.)
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).)
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.)
That's my problem, chaplain: I'm yellow. PFC Bernsteinplumb, fat coward. Hey, can you get a Section 8 for being yellow?
(James Poe, U.S. screenwriter, and Based On Play. Robert Aldrich. Bernstein (Robert Strauss), Attack! (1956).)
A terrible, beetle-browed, mastiff-mouthed, yellow-skinned, broad-bottomed, grim-taciturn individual; with a pair of dull-cruel-looking black eyes, and as much Parliamentary intellect and silent-rage in him ... as I have ever seen in any man.
(Thomas Carlyle (1795-1881), Scottish essayist, historian. Letter, June 24, 1824, to his brother. New Letters of Thomas Carlyle (1904).)