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Yellow Quotes by Stephen King
- But still, sometimes, in the heart of winter when the light outside seemed yellow- sleepy, like a cat curled up on a sofa...
- Thin clouds form, and the shadows lengthen out. They have no breadth, as summer shadows have; there are no leaves on the trees or fat…
- a cloud-congested caul that is alternately red, orange, vermilion, purple. Sometimes the clouds break apart in great, slow rafts, letting through beams of innocent yellow…
- Here I am, ninety years old and ready for the cooling board, using a brand new Macintosh computer, and there you sit, twenty-two and gorgeous,…
More Yellow Quotes
- On landing at New York I caught the yellow fever. The kind man who commanded the ship that brought me from France… — John James Audubon
- We would load up the yellow Cutlass Supreme station wagon and pick blackberries during blackberry season or spring onions during spring onion… — Mario Batali
- The road to the City of Emeralds is paved with yellow brick. — L. Frank Baum
- As far as playing, I didn't care who guarded me - red, yellow, black. I just didn't want a white guy guarding… — Larry Bird
- Day after day we looked for rain, and day after day we saw nothing but the sun. Lavender that we had planted… — Peter Mayle
- After a few months' acquaintance with European 'coffee' one's mind weakens, and his faith with it, and he begins to wonder if… — Mark Twain
- In lantern-light My yellow Chrysanthemums Lost all their color — Yosa Buson
- There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellowed richness on the clustered trees, And, from a beaker full of richest dyes,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- Each man must not think only of himself, but also of his buddy fighting beside him. We don't want yellow cowards in… — George S. Patton
- Your dreams are ballbusters; they're not the yellow brick road. — Kelly Cutrone
- My days are in the yellow leaf; The flowers and fruits of love are gone; The worm, the canker, and the grief,… — Lord Byron
- Tom's great yellow bronze mask all draped upon an iron framework. An inhibited, nerve-drawn; dropped face - as if hung on a… — Virginia Woolf