(The raindrops) played across the coast all through the…

During college, when I was working full time for my father [the decorator Mark Hampton], I rented an apartment and I just couldn't take…

— Alexa Hampton

Brioches are a light, pale yellow, faintly sweet kind of muffin with a characteristic blob on top, rather like a mushroom just pushing crookedly…

— M. F. K. Fisher

More than half a century has passed, and yet each spring, when I wander into the primrose wood, I see the pale yellow blooms…

— Gertrude Jekyll

To exaggerate the fairness of hair, I come even to orange tones, chromes and pale yellow ... I make a plain background of the…

— Vincent Van Gogh

A basic ingredient in the manufacture of perfume, the attar-a heavy, pale-yellow oil stored in small metal drums-had been put up as collateral by…

— S. J. Perelman

“And it’s yellow. The way pale yellow should look, like sunshine and butter, mixed with hope and cream.”

— Katherine Reay

I have sat here happy in the gardens, Watching the still pool and the reeds And the dark clouds. . . . But though…

— Richard Aldington

There is in them a softer fire than the ruby, there is the brilliant purple of the amethyst, and the sea green of the…

— Pliny the Elder

Made up of the glories of the most precious gems, to describe them is a matter of inexpressible difficulty. For there is amongst them…

— Pliny the Elder

My birthstone is amethyst. I have one from my grandma that's kind of like my good-luck charm. If I'm anxious, I hold it.

— Camille Kostek

O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow, Make the day seem to us less brief... Retard the sun with…

— Robert Frost

If I should see your eyes again, I know how far their look would go -- Back to a morning in the park With…

— Sara Teasdale

Hark, I hear a robin calling! List, the wind is from the south! And the orchard-bloom is falling Sweet as kisses on the mouth.…

— Lucy Maud Montgomery

“Nestled into a bed of shiny cream satin lay a heart-shaped pendant on a simple gold chain. The heart itself was created from over…

— Tracy Anne Warren

It was October again ... a glorious October, all red and gold, with mellow mornings when the valleys were filled with delicate mists as…

— Lucy Maud Montgomery