“Yoko [Ono] was showing me some of these Haiku in the original. The difference between them and Long fellow is immense. Instead of a long flowery poem the Haiku would say 'Yellow flower in white bowl on wooden table' which gives you the whole picture.” GivingLongWholeDifferencesWhiteFlowerOriginalsFellowsTablesYellowImmenseBowlsHaikuWhole PictureYellow Flower Author:John Lennon
“A short time later, when the carpenter was taking measurements for the coffin, through the window they saw a light rain of tiny yellow flowers falling. They fell on the town all through the night in a silent storm, and they covered the roofs and blocked the doors and smothered the animals who slept outdoors. So many flowers fell from the sky that in the morning the streets were carpeted with a compact cushion and they had to clear them away with shovels and rakes so that the funeral procession could pass by.” LightNightFallAnimalMorningClearSawsDoorsSkyStreetsFlowerRainWindowTownsSilentStormTinyCoveredFuneralYellowRoofMeasurementShort TimeCoffinsBlockedCarpenterCompactShovelsCushionsProcessionRakesYellow Flower Author:Gabriel Garcia Marquez
“Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food and medicine for the soul.” PeopleSoulNatureEnvironmentFlowerGardenMedicineSunshineHelpfulGardeningGardenerNatural EnvironmentFloweringHelpfulnessDaffodilFlower GardenBeautiful FlowerGarden LoveGardening And GodInspirational GardeningFlowers And GardensHappy SunshineSpring GardenPlants And FlowersSpring GardeningLove And FlowerMy SunshineGreat GardenYellow Flower Author:Luther Burbank
“But I feel as if I did know Rue, and she'll always be with me. Everything beautiful brings her to mind. I see her in the yellow flowers that grow in the Meadow by my house. I see her in the Mockingjays that sing in the trees. But most of all, I see her in my sister, Prim.” IfsKnowsFeelsMindBeautifulHouseGrowsTreeFlowerYellowMy SisterMeadowsMockingjayCatching FireRueYellow Flower Book:Catching Fire (The Second Book of the Hunger Games) Source: Catching Fire (The Second Book of the Hunger Games)
“Where did love begin?What human being looked at another and saw in their face the forests and the sea? Was there a day, exhausted and weary,dragging home food, arms cut and scarred, that you saw yellow flowers and, not knowing what you did, picked them because I love you? In the fossil record of our existence, there is no trace of love. You cannot find it held in the earth's crust, waiting to be discovered. The long bones of our ancestors show nothing of their hearts.” HumansHeartLongShowsHomeEarthFacesWaitingHuman BeingsExistenceKnowingRecordsSawsCuttingSeaLove YouFlowerArmsBonesForestsYellowAncestorNot KnowingWearyExhaustedFossilsYellow Flower Book:Lighthousekeeping Source: Lighthousekeeping
“Colours change: in the morning light, red shines out bright and clear and the blues merge into their surroundings, melting into the greens; but by the evening the reds loose their piquancy, embracing a quieter tone and shifting toward the blues in the rainbow. Yellow flowers remain bright, and white ones become luminous, shining like ghostly figures against a darkening green background.” LightChangeWhiteVisionMorningClearSeeingFiguresFlowerRedGreenShiningBackgroundsEveningToneColourYellowRainbowSurroundingsShiftingMeltingLuminousDarkeningMorning LightYellow Flower Author:Rosemary Verey
“Into the field of Yellow flowers The red setting sun!” LifeInspirationalSunFieldsFlowerInspirational LifeRedSettingSettingsYellowYellow Flower Author:Soseki Natsume
“We are dust and to dust return. In the end we're neither air, nor fire, nor water, just dirt, neither more nor less, just dirt, and maybe some yellow flowers.” EndsWaterFireAirFlowerReturnDustYellowDirtYellow Flower Author:Pablo Neruda
“Be different. Be original. Nobody will remember a specific flower in a garden filled with thousands of the same yellow flower, BUT they will remember the one that managed to change its color to purple.” DifferentRememberColorFlowerGardenOriginalsFilledYellowPurpleYellow Flower Author:Suzy Kassem
“I haven't written poetry in a long time but I read it and I miss it. It is so hard to write. So hard to finish, so hard to find the exact word to make it shine. In honor of my youth I will write a poem to finish this essay. It is spring in the Ozark Mountains. The yellow flowers are blooming and the birds wake me at dawn and last night five planets lined up by the moon in the western sky. If that doesn't inspire me to poetry what will?” IfsWritingLongHardLastsNightFiveWrittenSkyMissingHavensYouthInspirePlanetsFlowerHonorMoonMountainLong TimeSpringBirdShiningWesternDawnYellowEssaysLast NightBloomingOzarksYellow FlowerWestern Sky Author:Ellen Gilchrist
“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!” IfsKnowsLittlesSelfJoyFoundHoursSleepHalfTreeSeaFlowerYellowButterflyFrozenBreezeHalf HoursFound YouMonarch ButterflyYellow Flower Book:The Major Works Source: The Major Works