Sunshine Yellow Quotes

#1. Joseph would reach out to me occasionally, the same way the desert blooms a flower every now and then. You get so used to the subtleties of beige and Brown, and then a sunshine-yellow poppy bursts from the arm of a prickly pear.

Aimee Bender

#2. The rear door was black, the driver's side door was red, and the hood was sunshine-yellow. If Henry Ford and Picasso had gone out on a bender, that car was what the hangover would have looked like.

Kathleen O'Reilly

#3. The leaves of the tree were yellow, as though they have absorbed all the spring sunshine and were saving it for winter.

Sarah Blakley-Cartwright

#4. And it's yellow. The way pale yellow should look, like sunshine and butter, mixed with hope and cream.

Katherine Reay

#5. And the crocuses nodded and laughed, holding up their little yellow staves gaily to the sunshine, and shouting to each other that it was spring, clamouring to make the most of their great day, before the flowers came in battalions to crowd them out of sight and mind.

Gertrude Page

#6. Pale purple as the bloom om a ripe plum, veined with the gold of late flowering gorse, set with small slender birches,just turning yellow,with red-berried rowans and thicket of bracken, the heath lay steeped in sunshine.

Flora Thompson

#7. I had forgotten what mustard fields looked like ... Sheet upon sheet of blazing yellow, half way between sulphur and celandine, with hot golden sunshine pouring down upon them out of a dazzling June sky. It thrilled me like music.

Monica Baldwin

#8. He listen something in my voice because he look up immediately. His eyes as blue as July sky. His long yellow hair fall like sunshine on his forehead and my finger burn from not touching it.

Thrity Umrigar

#9. That green stuff outside is grass, and the yellow stuff coming down on it is sunshine.

Ira Levin

#10. Don't you miss it?" I'd ask Aidan. "All that Hollywood sunshine?"
"It's like hating the color yellow," she'd say, "and living in a golden age.

Amber Dermont

#11. She sighed, she snored, not that she was asleep, only drowsy and heavy, drowsy and heavy, like a field of clover in the sunshine this hot July day, with the bees going round and about and the yellow butterflies.

Virginia Woolf

#12. Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow.

J.K. Rowling

#13. I spent hours dreaming of the sunshine, the way it soaked into the city walls and made the yellow stones hot to lean on hours after the day had ended

Megan Whalen Turner

#14. Maddock stabbed his fried egg with his fork, and bright yellow yolk bled all over his plate like a sunshine hemorrhage.

Rachel Vincent

#15. O yellow eye,
let me be sick with your heat,
let me be feverish and frowning.

Anne Sexton