Top 36 Crimson Red Quotes
#1. My dad had once told me, crimson-red deep in "the talk," that with sons, all he had to worry about was one penis, but with a daughter, he had to worry about everyone else's.
Nicole Williams
#2. Well, we could have just given him a horse and sent him on his way, but ... Ancaladar ate the horse.
Mercedes Lackey
#3. I don't believe in luck; it's just dedication to the technique plus good physical condition.
Rickson Gracie
#4. And I'm looking at him like, 'Oh my God. This is Michael Jackson'. I fainted, blacked out - like seriously blacked out.
Brandy Norwood
#5. Can you pass me the slutty one, please?" I handed her the bottle of bright-red nail polish. "I think it's actually called Crimson Cabaret," I said. "Don't be a slut-shamer.
Robin Benway
#6. Under the summer roses When the flagrant crimson Lurks in the dusk Of the wild red leaves, Love, with little hands, Comes and touches you With a thousand memories, And asks you Beautiful, unanswerable questions.
Carl Sandburg
#7. In that time he had carved her flesh with his bowie knife countless times. There were trails of dried blood from her collarbone down to her pelvis, and the angry red A wept with a bright crimson ...
Sai Marie Johnson
#8. Tsukiko sits on the floor in the center of the room, wearing a red kimono. A beating crimson heart in the pale chamber.
Erin Morgenstern
#9. 'Yes, we rather condemn people for eternity without the courtesy of informing them.'
Matthew Pearl
#10. She was luminous. Her red hair had been braided a dozen ways, all swirled together in a high shaggy twist. Her eyelids were shimmering green, her lips crimson and matte. She wore black vintage ankle-high motorcycle boots. She was lethal.
Lauren Kate
#11. Bright reds - scarlet, pillar-box red, crimson or cherry - are very cheerful and youthful. There is certainly a red for everyone.
Christian Dior
#12. Of all the shades of red, she hated the wet, sticky brightness of crimson the most.
Dana Marton
#13. My comprehension of God comes from a deeply felt conviction of a superior intelligence that reveals itself in the knowable world.
Albert Einstein
#14. He who gives himself up like a prisoner of war must give up his weapons as well. And deprived in advance of defense against a possible blow, he cannot help wondering when the blow will fall.
Milan Kundera
#15. Her face was a grimace of surprised pain as she slid unconscious down the back of the tub and under the water.
I held her under for several minutes after the blow, watching as the water went pink, then red, and finally crimson with blood.
Alistair Cross
#16. Ask the Prince of Dragonstone." For an instant, the deep red clouds that crowned the western hills reminded him of Rhaegar's children, all wrapped up in crimson cloaks.
George R R Martin
#17. And her sweet red lips on these lips of mine
Burned like the ruby fire set
In the swinging lamp of a crimson shrine,
Or the bleeding wounds of the pomegranate,
Or the heart of the lotus drenched and wet
With the spilt-out blood of the rose-red wine.
Oscar Wilde
#18. You are able to come from openness and softness in an instant.
John De Ruiter
#19. History told me that you just keep working, and it is easy to make more money.
John McAfee
#20. Softly drops the crimson sun: Softly down from overhead, Drop the bell-notes, one by one, Melting in the melting red ...
Sarah Chauncey Woolsey
#21. What need for feathers now? What need to confirm their loss? While the womb-red sky swelled with the promise of tomorrow, and he rode the warm, crimson currents, skimming, wheeling and gliding.
Georgina Anne Taylor
#22. But winter was necessary. Why else would the world have it? The trees seemed to welcome the season, from the way they changed colors before they dropped their leaves and went to sleep. Winter was a part of a cycle, like day and night, life and death.
Merrie Haskell
#24. When you fall for the one that owns you, she'll be the only one that has the power to make you cry.
Abbi Glines
#25. On the whole, it seems to me that probably the American press is doing a better job of this mediation, so to speak, between the people and the administration than the press of any other country.
Walter Millis
#26. was a bird. A bird struggling through stickiness: a bird coated in paint, floundering in its nest, splashing color everywhere. Red. Red. Red. Dozens of them: black feathers coated thickly with crimson-colored paint, fluttering among the branches. Red
Lauren Oliver
#27. Alaska and Montana are not in the south but they definitely form part of the crimson tide of red states where Republicans are dominant.
Juan Williams
#28. This is only a record of broken and apparently unrelated memories, some of them as distinct and sequent as brilliant beads upon a thread, others remote and strange, having the character of crimson dreams with interspaces blank and black
witch-fires glowing still and red in a great desolation.
Ambrose Bierce
#29. Though your sins are like scarlet, they will be as white as snow; though they are as red as crimson, they will be like wool.
Anonymous
#30. The sky over Patusan was blood-red, immense, streaming like an open vein. An enormous sun nestled crimson amongst the treetops, and the forest below had a black and forbidding face.
Joseph Conrad
#31. It was a bird. A bird struggling through stickiness: a bird coated in paint, floundering in its nest, splashing color everywhere.
Red. Red. Red.
Dozens of them: black feathers coated thickly with crimson-colored paint, fluttering among the branches.
Red means run.
Lauren Oliver
#32. Come now, n let us reason [3] together, says the LORD: though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as o white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall become like wool.
Anonymous
#33. For I shall bring you crimson leaves
And rippling wheat in golden sheaves;
A cache of berries, red and sweet,
And dappled deer on silent feet.
- Emma Delagardie and Augustus Whittlesby, Americanus: A Masque in Three Parts
Lauren Willig
#34. A whole wall was crimson, gold, aglow with books
Words, words were truly alive on the tongue, in the head
Warm, beating, frantic, winged; music and blood.
Carol Ann Duffy
#35. Let me live deep while I live; let me know the rich juices of red meat & stinging wine on my palate, the hot embrace of white arms, the mad exultation of battle when the blue blades flame crimson, and I am content ... Conan the Cimmerian.
Robert E. Howard
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