Each leaf that brushed his face deepened his sadness and dread. Each leaf he passed he'd never pass again. They rode over his face like veils, already some yellow, their veins like slender bones where the sun shone through them. He had resolved himself to ride on for he could not turn back and the world that day was as lovely as any day that ever was and he was riding to his death.
I knew he wouldn't come, but i howled anyway, and when i did, the other wolves would pass images of him to me of what he looked like: lithe, gray, yellow-eyed. i would pass back images of my own, of a wolf on the edge of the woods, silent and cautious, watching me. the images, clear as the slender-leaved trees in front of me, made finding him seem urgent, but i didn't know how to begin to look.
She never told her love, but let concealment, like a worm 'i th' bud, feed on her damask cheek. She pinned in thought; and, with a green and yellow melancholy, she sat like patience on a monument, smiling at grief. Was not this love indeed? We men may say more, swear more; but indeed our shows are more than will; for we still prove much in our vows but little in our love.
All looks yellow to a jaundiced eye that habitually compares everything to something better. But by changing that habit to comparing everything to something worse, even making it a game, that person can find gratitude, relief and happiness where-ever they go and whatever they experience, guaranteed!
The most ultimately righteous of all wars is a war with savages, though it is apt to be also the most terrible and inhuman. the rude, fierce settler who drives the savage from the land lays all civilized mankind under a debt to him. ...[i]t is of incalculable importance that america, australia, and siberia should pass out of the hands of their red, black, and yellow aboriginal owners, and become the heritage of the dominant world races.
The kitten was six weeks old. It was enchanting, a delicate fairy-tale cat, whose siamese genes showed in the shape of the face, ears, tail, and the subtle lines of its body. [...] she sat, a tiny thing, in the middle of a yellow carpet, surrounded by five worshipppers, not at all afraid of us. Then she stalked around that floor of the house, inspecting every inch of it, climbed up on to my bed, crept under the fold of a sheet, and was at home.