Top 66 Dead Red Quotes
#1. This sunlight shames November where he grieves
In dead red leaves, and will not let him shun
The day, though bough with bough be overrun.
But with a blessing every glade receives
High salutation.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
#2. I see women and children starving to death, homes destroyed and buried in rubble, the countryside a burnt landscape, its only fruit the rotting flesh of casualties. I see dead dead dead red and burgundy and maroon and the richest shade of your mother's favorite lipstick all smeared into the earth.
Tahereh Mafi
#3. I lost something recently," he tells me.
My heart swells at the familiar voice, and I spin around to drop-dead-gorgeous cheekbones, a ruby-red visor, and lips that pull into a breathtaking smile.
"Found her," he says.
Krista Ritchie
#4. He did not wear his scarlet coat, For blood and wine are red, And blood and wine were on his hands When they found him with the dead
Oscar Wilde
#5. The TV is often on in our house, but I really only keep up with three shows: 'American Idol,' 'Modern Family' and 'The Walking Dead.' Sometimes I'll sip red wine - it's a nice way to slow down and relax.
Carrie Underwood
#6. Some people live such boring lives,its black and white,so dead! I choose to color my life with Fun, some blue some green,some red.-RVM
R.v.m.
#7. A half-dead thing in a stark, dead world, clean mad for the muck called gold;
While high overhead, green, yellow and red, the North Lights swept in bars?-
Then you've a hunch was the music meant ... hunger and night and the stars.
Robert W. Service
#8. People think I am dead because they haven't seen me around for awhile. I'm not dead, I'm very much alive, as you can see. Although, there are two things I do before I get up every morning. I look around and if I don't smell flowers or see candles flickering I go ahead and get up.
Red Skelton
#9. Hiram!' Shelton ran to Hi's side. 'Aren't you you bleeding? I thought she shot you!'
'Red wine. When I saw it running everywhere, I played dead.' He winced as Shelton poked his belly. 'But I'm not leaping off any more shelves. That was pretty stupid.
Kathy Reichs
#10. I have a self to recover, a queen. Is she dead, is she sleeping? Where has she been, with her lion-red body, her wings of glass?
Sylvia Plath
#11. All men are interdependent. Every nation is an heir of a vast treasury of ideas and labor to which both the living and the dead of all nations have contributed. Whether we realize it or not, each of us lives eternally 'in the red.' We are everlasting debtors to known and unknown men and women.
Martin Luther King Jr.
#12. It was probably indecent to think of a corpse as impotent. But he was, very likely. That would be why his wife had taken up with the prize-fighter Red Evans Williams of Castell Goch.
Ford Madox Ford
#13. I look for the entrepreneur to capture my attention. If you don't come out with a great presentation, you're dead. That's a big red flag,
Robert Herjavec
#14. I'd heard you were dead."
"I heard you wear a red lace corset," I said matter-of-factly. "But I don't believe every bit of nonsense that gets rumored about.
Patrick Rothfuss
#15. His eyes lit up and glowed red against the dark bulk of it. A moment they remained so ... then they soared up, phosphorescently opalescent, with a predominance of red, like two sinful dead planets escaping from Hell.
Jessie Douglas Kerruish
#16. Love laid his sleepless head
On a thorny rose bed:
And his eyes with tears were red,
And pale his lips as the dead.
Algernon Charles Swinburne
#17. The costume designer, her name is Anne Hardinge. She's done "Shaun of the Dead" and "Hot Fuzz." She's really comedic costume designer, which was right up my alley. She was a joy to work with. She was like fabulous Geena Davis. She was just floating with her red lip and kind of fabulous.
Jerusha Hess
#18. I He did not wear his scarlet coat, For blood and wine are red, And blood and wine were on his hands When they found him with the dead, The poor dead woman whom he loved, And murdered in her bed. He walked amongst the Trial
Oscar Wilde
#19. She is coming, my own, my sweet;
Were it ever so airy a tread,
My heart would hear her and beat,
Were it earth in an earthly bed;
My dust would hear her and beat,
Had I lain for a century dead;
Would start and tremble under her feet,
And blossom in purple and red.
Alfred Lord Tennyson
#20. When the two men were ten yards apart, the Red Viper stopped and called out, "Have they told you who I am?"
Ser Gregor grunted through his breaths. "Some dead man.
George R R Martin
#21. Great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.
Helen Hunt Jackson
#22. FATBACK'S DEAD" The words on the slip of paper struck me like a blow. "Fatback's dead." It was not just the news itself, though the words cut deep. It was the very fact of the note, stuck on my windshield on the Red Lake Indian Reservation in northern Minnesota,
Kent Nerburn
#23. Loving him was like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street; faster than the winds, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly.
Taylor Swift
#24. I knew, as sure as I knew my name, that tomorrow he would send me another coat, in a big fancy box, with a big bow on it. It would be the right size, it would be a top brand, and it would be warm.
...
It was cranberry red, with a removable liner, a detachable hood, and tortoiseshell buttons.
Charlaine Harris
#25. Jon was armored in black ice, but his blade burned red in his fist. As the dead men reached the top of the Wall he sent them down to die again.
George R R Martin
#26. There is no morality in the mushroom cloud. The black rain of nuclear ashes will fall alike on the just and the unjust. And then it will be too late to wish that we had done the real work of this atomic age, which is to seek a world that is neither red nor dead.
Edward Kennedy
#27. The dead are not always so dumb as you think, it takes much more to die than you would believe.
E.J. Koh
#29. There was a red snake of blood symbolizing her life, and its end.
Viveca Benoir
#30. Death moved in the night, in search for blood, and when it found Life, it passed on by, like a cloud that moves by the face of the moon. When he found those dead without the red, he took the life before them born first, and the mourning emptied itself till the morning.
Anthony Liccione
#31. The white man's dead forget the country of their birth when they go to walk among the stars. Our dead never forget this beautiful Earth, for it is the mother of the red man. We are part of the Earth and it is part of us.
Chief Seattle
#32. On this side of the wall is our house; in our backyard there is nothing. Nothing but red dust and round-headed black ants streaming and one juicy banana trunk stabbed brown--jab jab jab--never dead. I am always looking over the wall for Tissa.
Romesh Gunesekera
#34. Those old hypocrites. They talk about killing witches but the Good Book's full of magic. Turning the Nile to blood and parting the Red Sea. What's that if it's not good old-fashioned magic? Want a little water into wine? No trouble! How about raising the dead man Lazarus? Just say the word!
Clive Barker
#35. The raven red, on ruby pinions winging its way between the worlds, hears dead men singing. It scarce knows it strength, the price it scarce knows, but its power will arise and the Circle will close.
Kerstin Gier
#36. In the dark morning silence, I placed a gun to her head. She wore red dresses, but now she lay dead.
Dwight Yoakam
#37. Tell all my mourners
To mourn in red-
Cause there ain't no sense
In my bein' dead.
Langston Hughes
#38. The pathway traced with blood and tears,
and dust of all our father's dead,
Whose backward footsteps, wandering, red,
Fade to the mist of nameless years.
("The Testimony of the Suns")
George Sterling
#39. Mars knew that love wasn't all red-paper valentines and candy hearts. Love wasn't always joy. Love could be hot-blooded pain down to the bone. Sometimes love was despair. And sometimes love was wrong.
Randy Russell
#40. The middle part of the country - the great red zone that voted for Bush - is clearly ready for war. The decadent left in its enclaves on the coasts is not dead -and may well mount a fifth column.
Andrew Sullivan
#41. I suppose cats have sayings like ... "A dead mouse ... has no entertainment value." How's that? Doesn't exactly trip off the tongue, does it? Okay, how about ... "Red sky at night, time for a nap ... red sky in the morning ... time for a nap.
Dave McKean
#42. The Spirit of Place [does not] exert its full influence upon a newcomer until the old inhabitant is dead or absorbed. So America ... The moment the last nuclei of Red [Indian] life break up in America, then the white men will have to reckon with the full force of the demon of the continent.
D.H. Lawrence
#43. When Sue Wears Red When Susanna Jones wears red Her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the age. Come with a blast of trumpets, Jesus! When Susanna Jones wears red A queen from some time-dead Egyptian night Walks once again. Blow trumpets, Jesus! And
Mary D. Esselman
#44. Dead. It was me who was with her, me who found her. Felt her throat, no pulse. I gotta tell you, Red, there is nothin', not one thing in the world worse than puttin' your hand to the throat of someone you love and ... feelin' ... nothin'.
Kristen Ashley
#45. If you catch yourself apologizing and then using the word but, stop dead in your tracks and back up. That little conjunction should be like a blinking red light, indicating that you are not taking ownership.
Michael Hyatt
#46. Batman: a force of chaos in my world of perfect order. The dark side of the Soviet dream. Rumored to be a thousand murdered dissidents, they said he was a ghost. A walking dead man. A symbol of rebellion that would never fade as long as the system survived.
Anarchy in black.
Mark Millar
#47. It was a crypt where music played to masses of the dead, and McJagger was their desolate pharaoh, a walking mummified king. I remembered it well.
Red Tash
#48. We were never properly introduced," I said in a vicious purr. "I'm the Red Reaper, and you're dead.
Jeaniene Frost
#49. Evil Dead film sounds like the Red Hood, but this time the bad red hood.
Deyth Banger
#50. I've made a poster at home. You know the iconic image of Che Guevara, the black and red graphic of his face? I think it's the perfect graphic, the best graphic ever made. I cut a Concorde out and put it over his head so it's Che looking up and the Concorde going by. Both are dead, maybe obsolete.
Aleksandra Mir
#51. Now it is done. Now the story ends. And there is no way to tell it. The art of fiction is dead. Reality has strangled invention.
Red Smith
#52. The same rightists who decades ago were shouting, 'Better dead than red!' are now often heard mumbling, 'Better red than eating hamburgers.
Slavoj Zizek
#53. You never wear red to no funeral; red says the dead person was a fool.
Greg Iles
#54. The dirty red light was flashing. Over and over through the window. SEX! LIVE! SEX! LIVE! She was only eight, but her mind was quick. She wondered if people would pay to see dead sex.
J.D. Robb
#55. The old dead coals fell to the wayside, warm ones sat glowing weakly on the edges; but the hot new ones, red and burning, poured their heat into the centre of cook fire.
Barbara Wood
#56. Dark accurate plunger down the successive knell
Of arch on arch, where ogives burst a red
Reverberance of hail upon the dead
Thunder like an exploding crucible!
Allen Tate
#57. Your face encompasses the beauty of the whole earth. Your lips, as red as ripening fruit, gently part as if in pain. It is the smile of a corpse. Now the hand of death touches life. The chain is forged that links the thousand families that are dead to the thousand generations to come.
Edvard Munch
#58. Kissing Red must've killed off some of your brain cells," Ryder decided. "You can tell a woman what to do
if you play it right
and maybe, maybe half the time she'd do it, or something close to it. That's a live woman. A dead one? I figure that's closer to zero.
Nora Roberts
#59. The red-letter days, now become, to all intents and purposes, dead-letter days.
Charles Lamb
#60. Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Zombies are Dead
And soon you be too
- Frosty, Zombie Slayer
Gena Showalter
#61. My dead and wounded were nearly as great in number as those still on duty. They literally covered the ground. The blood stood in puddles in some places on the rocks; the ground was soaked with the blood of as brave men as ever fell on the red field of battle.
William C. Oates
#62. Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
Wilfred Owen
#63. Wrote the name and serial number of each prisoner in a big, red ledger. Everybody was legally alive now. Before they got their names and numbers in that book, they were missing in action and probably dead. So it goes.
Kurt Vonnegut
#64. It brings joy in sorrow, victory in battle, light to darkness, life to the dead. That is the power of the blood-red jewel which men honor with the name The Philosopher's Stone.
Hiromu Arakawa
#65. Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer, dead at 53. Over Barcelona today, the famed reindeer was hit by a flock of seagulls and a 747. Eyewitnesses report, that the reindeer in Spain was hit mainly by the plane.
Colin Mochrie
#66. The wife Estelle's stone sinks to the right. The dead here seem really dead, and bone lonely, unlike the graves in Italian cemeteries, bedecked with fresh flowers, red votive lights, and photos of the deceased.
Frances Mayes
