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"A body without wine is like a dessert without sugar. A pale woman can only be coloured with lipstick and rouge, and a pale man can only be coloured with wine!" »Mehmet Murat ildan
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"There are painters who transform the sun to a yellow spot, but there are others who with the help of their art and their intelligence, transform a yellow spot into the sun." »Pablo Picasso
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"Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a yellow spot into the sun." »Pablo Picasso
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"It is not these well-fed long-haired men that I fear, but the pale and the hungry-looking." »Julius Caesar
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"The Joker Tell me something, my friend. You ever dance with the devil by the pale moonlight" »Batman
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"pale death knocks with impartial foot at poor men's hovels and king's palaces." »Horace
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"Red is grey and yellow white
We decide which is right
and which is an illusion." »Moody Blues, "Tuesday Afternoon"
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"pale Death with impartial tread beats at the poor man's cottage door and at the palaces of kings." »Horace
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"A man who never lies must have green blood in his veins, or blue or yellow, but definitely not red!" »Mehmet Murat ildan
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"Sundown, yellow moon, I replay the past. I know every scene by heart, they all went by so fast." »Bob Dylan, "If you see her, say hello"
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"As the light changed from red to green to yellow and back to red again, I sat there thinking about life. Was it nothing more than a bunch of honking and yelling Sometimes it seemed that way." »Jack Handey Deep Thoughts
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"On the whole, age comes more gently to those who have some doorway into an abstract world-art, or philosophy, or learning-regions where the years are scarcely noticed and the young and old can meet in a pale truthful light." »Freya Stark
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"In forming a judgment, lay your hearts void of foretaken opinions; else, whatsoever is done or said, will be measured by a wrong rule; like them who have jaundice, to whom everything appears yellow." »Sir Philip Sidney
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"God is not merely interestd in the freedom of brown men, yellow men, red men and black men.He is interested in the freedom of the whole human race." »Martin Luther King Jr.
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"Our flag is red, white and blue, but our nation is a rainbow-red, yellow, brown, black and white-and we're all precious in God's sight." »Jesse Louis Jackson
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"We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of the dream. Wandering by lone sea breakers, and sitting by desolate streams. World losers and world forsakers, for whom the pale moon gleams. Yet we are movers and the shakers of the world forever it seems." »Arthur O'Shaunessey
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"The only people for me are the mad ones. The ones who are mad to love, mad to talk, mad to be saved the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars." »Jack Kerouac
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"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved...the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars." »Jack Kerouac, "On the Road"
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"The draft is white people sending black people to fight yellow people to protect the country they stole from the red people." »Hair
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"The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars." »Jack Kerouac
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"A moss which leaves its ocean becomes pale and dries up and a man which leaves his mother country is a moss which leaves it ocean!" »Mehmet Murat ildan
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"To be, or not to be that is the question Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them To die to sleep No more and by a sleep to say we end The heartache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to,--'t is a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep To sleep perchance to dream ay, there's the rub For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, The oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of Thus conscience does make cowards of us all And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pith and moment With this regard their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action." »William Shakespeare
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