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Tag Name "Yellow" (394)

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I've watched you now a full half-hour Self-poised upon that yellow flower And, little Butterfly! Indeed I know not if you sleep or feed. How motionless! - not frozen seas More motionless! and then What joy awaits you, when the breeze Hath found you out among the trees, And calls you forth again!
William Wordsworth
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I have a gajillion headbands - yellows, pinks, reds, blues. I'm obsessed.
Monique Coleman
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The books leapt and danced like roasted birds, their wings ablaze with red and yellow feathers.
Ray Bradbury
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I dreamed I saw the silver spaceships flying in the yellow haze of the sun. There were children crying and colors flying all around the chosen ones.
Neil Young
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We're all Africans, everyone - black, white, yellow.
Nas
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I think the more yellows, the more lights, the better. It alerts everybody. I mean, I guess I'm always a little bit afraid when the yellow comes out, we all get out of it, that someone won't notice it, pile into the back of you.
Danica Patrick
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O yellow eye, let me be sick with your heat, let me be feverish and frowning.
Anne Sexton
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When I tell her what I’m thinking and she tells me what she’s thinking, our each ideas jumping into the other’s head, like coulouring blue crayon on top of yellow that makes green.
Emma Donoghue
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A man who never lies must have green blood in his veins, or blue or yellow, but definitely not red!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
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I seem to voice a lot of sweet, kind of dumb yellow characters for some reason.
Tom Kenny
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There is nothing in the world that is not mysterious, but the mystery is more evident in certain things than in others: in the sea, in the eyes of the elders, in the color yellow, and in music.
Jorge Luis Borges
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Do not weep, babe, for war is kind.Because your father tumbled in the yellow trenches,Raged at his breast, gulped and died,Do not weep.War is kind.
Stephen Crane
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Yellow is capable of charming God.
Vincent Van Gogh
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Well morning came, and it dressed the sky in a lovely yellow gown. Shopping malls are opening in that narrow hallway of downtown, filled with people who are shopping for their lovers and their friends, singing I won't ever be lonely again
Conor Oberst
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White is too brilliant to be seen, so yellow is its filter, its costume, revealing that pure light has not only brightness but emotional resonance and depth.
Richard Grossinger
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(The raindrops) played across the coast all through the night, until the soft new day shrugged itself awake, tried on amethyst and lavender for a while, and finally decided on pale yellow.
Gary D. Schmidt
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I like to think I play rugby as it should be played - there are no yellow or red cards in my collection - but I cannot say I'm an angel.
Jonny Wilkinson
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If we cry more tears we will ruin the land with salt instead let's praise that which would distract us with despair. Make a song for death, a song for yellow teeth and bad breath
Joy Harjo
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As long as I didn't have to put on the tiara and the chains and the big yellow shirt for the whole series, I was up for anything.
Mike Colter
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I was for years in the yellow period, you know.
Josef Albers
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People are so ridiculous with their illusions, carrying their fool's caps unawares, thinking their own lies opaque while everybody else's are transparent, making themselves exceptions to everything, as if when all the world looked yellow under a lamp they alone are rosy.
George Eliot
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The imaginative young vagabond quickly loses the social instincts that help to make life bearable for other men. Always he hears voices calling in the night from far-away places where blue waters lap strange shores. He hears birds singing and crickets chirping a luring roundelay. He sees the moon, yellow ghost of a dead planet, haunting the earth.
Jim Tully
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You should see what she’s wearing, Callie. It’s velvet. Canary yellow velvet. Turban to match. She looks like a furry banana.
Sarah MacLean
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The column hung above the middle of the pentacle, bubbling ever upward against the ceiling like the cloud of an erupting volcanoe. There was a barely perceptible pause. Then two yellow staring eyes materialized in the heart of the smoke. Hey, it was his first time. I wanted to scare him. And it did, too.
Jonathan Stroud
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