Top 100 Quotes About Blood Red
#1. Like a blood-red sky that warns the passerby, "There is a fire over there," certain blazing looks often reveal passions that they serve merely to reflect. They are flames in the mirror.
Marcel Proust
#2. There were no stars, only the darkness and an arctic chill that had intensified since the first thin, blood-red stripes of sunrise shimmered on the ocean's horizon.
P.J. Parker
#3. He was smothered by dread. Fear. A horrible sense of being hunted.
And then one of the automaton lions turned its head toward him. The eyes shone red. Red like blood. Red like fire.
They could smell it on him, the illegal book. Or maybe just his fear
Rachel Caine
#4. Looking up at that starry sky gave him the creeps: it was too big, too black. It was all too possible to imagine it turning blood-red, all too possible to imagine a Face forming in lines of fire.
Stephen King
#5. Death, you are no different to me than my lover with cloud-coloured skin, and your hair a mass of dark cloud, your hands like blood-red lotus, and your lips the colour of blood.
Tagore Rabindranath
#6. It is the crushed grape that gives out the blood-red wine: it is the suffering soul that breathes the sweetest melodies.
Mary Abigail Dodge
#7. Brown paper represents the primal twilight of the first toil of creation, and with a bright-coloured chalk or two you can pick out points of fire in it, sparks of gold, and blood-red, and sea-green, like the first fierce stars that sprang out of divine darkness.
G.K. Chesterton
#8. Her father had proven to them all: when a beating heart stopped, there was no black or white, only blood-red.
Sarah McCoy
#9. The Son of Man goes forth to war, A golden crown to gain; His blood-red banner streams afar - Who follows in his train? I
Rudyard Kipling
#10. I made sure to brush my teeth as soon as I was able. I even asked for a hair tie to pull my long, blood-red hair into a twist at the nape of my neck so I wouldn't have that 'freshly hospitalized' look.
Elle Lothlorien
#11. The sun had long set, but one blood-red gash like an open wound lay low in the distant west.
Arthur Conan Doyle
#12. I have forgotten much, but still remember The poinsiana's red, blood-red in warm December.
Claude McKay
#13. The walls of the arch are covered with blood-red jellies that wink and glisten at me by the light of the moon. My father told me they were completely harmless. I don't believe him. Nothing is completely harmless.
Maggie Stiefvater
#14. Her eyes were puffy from crying , but she managed to say "he was the bravest friend I've ever had. He ... " Then she saw me. Her face went blood red. "He's right there!
Rick Riordan
#15. The once green leaves have faded to blood-red and autumn herself has wrapped her crisp cloak around your shoulders
Unknown
#16. The curtains were blood-red and drawn. This was not an office. It was a small library, two storeys high, with thin ladders and impractical balconies and an expansive ceiling featuring a gaggle of naked Greeks. It was the sort of library you'd marry a man for.
Catherine Lowell
#17. There is only one race on this planet: The human race. We are all the same color-blood red, it pumps through all our veins. As soon as we all figure out the power of loving each other the quicker the world will become the place it should be
DeiAmor Verus
#18. 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
#19. The word "signal-box" is unpoetical. But the thing signal-box is not unpoetical; it is a place where men, in an agony of vigilance, light blood-red and sea-green fires to keep other men from death.
G.K. Chesterton
#20. Still, she stood looking fabulous like a princess should, licking her blood red lips the moment she laid her eyes on the beautiful prince. It was appetite on first sight.
Cameron Jace
#21. Perhaps the old monks were right when they tried to root love out; perhaps the poets are right when they try to water it. It is a blood-red flower, with the color of sin; but there is always the scent of a god about it.
Olive Schreiner
#22. 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
#23. The torture-wheel shall serve him even as these horses from Hell have served my blood-red lilies of Sotar and my vein-colored irises of Naat and my orchids from Uccastrog which were purple as the bruises of love.
Clark Ashton Smith
#24. Feeling her face turning blood red, she tried again. "Not a date. A friendly three-way. Uh, no. Shit. A...a..." Embarrassment finally completely cut off her words.
Stephanie Motes
#25. The highest honor that God can confer upon his children is the blood-red crown of martyrdom. The jewels of a Christian are his afflictions. The regalia of the kings that God has made, are their troubles, their sorrows, and their griefs. Griefs exalt us, and troubles lift us.
Charles Spurgeon
#26. As the campfire burned to an ashy bowl of red-hot embers, the boys would ramble on, piling up horror upon horror, like cordwood stacked under a blood-red-barked madrona tree.
Gregg Olsen
#27. Just as I wonder
whether it's going to die,
the orchid blossoms
and I can't explain why it
moves my heart, why such pleasure
comes from one small bud
on a long spindly stem, one
blood red gold flower
opening at mid-summer,
tiny, perfect in its hour.
Sam Hamill
#28. The question: What color is my parachute?
The answer: blood red, brains gray, sludge black.
Jesse Petersen
#29. A city that was to live by night after the wilderness had passed. A city that was to forge out of steel and blood-red neon its own peculiar wilderness.
Nelson Algren
#30. The white face of the winter day came sluggishly on, veiled in a frosty mist; and the shadowy ships in the river slowly changed to black substances; and the sun, blood-red on the eastern marshes behind dark masts and yards, seemed filled with the ruins of a forest it had set on fire.
Charles Dickens
#31. It was what should have been a bright summer day, but the smoke
from the burning world filled the sky, through which the sun shone
murkily, a dull and lifeless orb, blood-red and ominous.
Jack London
#32. I climb through the rubble toward the door. It takes a long time, time enough for a Giant to see me from the blood-red stained-glass eye window and reach out to crush me in his hand the size of a tractor.
Francesca Lia Block
#33. He was sailing over a boundless expanse of sea, with a blood-red sky above, and the angry waters, lashed into fury beneath, boiling and eddying up, on every side. There was another vessel before them, toiling and labouring in the howling storm: her canvas fluttering in ribbons from the mast.
Charles Dickens
#34. Poetry has acquired a fluffy image, which is totally at odds with its real nature. It's not pastel colours, but blood-red and black. If you don't obey it as a force in your life, it will tear you to pieces.
Gwyneth Lewis
#35. Yellow can express happiness, and then again, pain. There is flame red, blood red, and rose red; there is silver blue, sky blue, and thunder blue; every color harbors its own soul, delighting or disgusting or stimulating me.
Emil Nolde
#36. Kent steepled his fingers in consideration. Blood-red rubies flashed in the sunlight, like the eyes of a demon clutched in his hands.
V.S. Carnes
#37. Murder had a blood red door on the other side of which was everything unimaginable to everyone.
Alice Sebold
#38. Hello!" The girl in the blood-red dress beamed at Leo. "Are you Dionysus?"
There was only one answer to that.
"Yes!" Leo yelped. "Absolutely. I am Dionysus.
Rick Riordan
#39. Young? He'd hear his own harsh, pained laugh. Oh, no, not this lass. She's old. She walked under a blood-red moon in the dawn of time, did this one. Her face is the face of all that cannot be fathomed, and she's looking you in the eye, Whiskeyjack, and you'll never know what she's thinking.
Steven Erikson
#40. Blood-red! What a useless adjective that is. Nothing is as beautifully , richly red as flowing blood on snow.It is strange that the eye can love what the mind and body hate.
J.A. Baker
#41. The sun was just coming up over the mountains--blood red and cold. I felt as if I was standing in the mightiest cathedral that had ever been built. There was no end to it, and no beginning. All I could do was look at it and worship.
Robert Specht
#42. He seemed to be made of sunshine and blood-red tissue and clear weather.
O. Henry
#43. in the heart's rain
in the eye's fog
in the winter's smoky snow
in whirling snow
in storms
wind which wants to tear my coat off
legends stories
the blood red dawn of the mind
the warm spring between your thighs
the only haven
Nils-Aslak Valkeapaa
#44. Enjoy saying "no!" but don't make it the wellspring of your vitality. Be fueled by blood-red yeses ...
Rob Brezsny
#45. Dear Juliet. I could relate to her pain. Black misery painted on a blood red heart. Death would be more bearable than life without Romeo.
Marilyn Grey
#46. Take courage! Royal feet have left a blood-red track upon the road, and consecrated the thorny path for ever.
Charles Haddon Spurgeon
#47. I feel in colour, strong tones that I hue down for the comfort of the pastelly inclined. Beige and magnolia and a hint of pink are what the well-decorated heart is wearing; who wants my blood red and vein-blue?
Jeanette Winterson
#48. And I saw a light-filled man emerge from the aforesaid dawn and pour his brightness over the aforementioned darkness; it repulsed him; he turned blood-red and pallid, but struck back against the darkness with such force that the man who was lying in the darkness became visible and resplendent.
Hildegard Of Bingen
#49. Beneath his hands, my skin is so light and tight I half imagine I'm transparent. I'm glass for him, all the way to my blood-red, shining heart.
Alexis Hall
#50. The Son of God goes forth to war,A kingly crown to gain;His blood red banner streams afar:Who follows in His train?Who best can drink his cup of woe,Triumphant over pain,Who patient bears his cross below,He follows in His train.
Reginald Heber
#51. That night she dreamed about the King again.
She stood in a riverside meadow between greenwood and castle. Overhead the sun shone gilt in a sky like powdered lapis and struck golden sparks from the King's blood-red dragon banner.
Suzannah Rowntree
#52. My soul, get Calvary's blood-red rose into thy hand by faith, by love wear it, by communion preserve it, by daily watchfulness make it thine all in all, and thou shalt be blessed beyond all bliss, happy beyond a dream.
Charles Haddon Spurgeon
#53. Religion is a wizard, a sibyl ... She faces the wreck of worlds, and prophesies restoration. She faces a sky blood-red with sunset colours that deepen into darkness, and prophesies dawn. She faces death, and prophesies life.
Felix Adler
#54. But red
Was what you wrapped around you.
Blood red.
Ted Hughes
#55. All iron comes from stars," Seeker replied, her hand still not quite brushing the hilt of the blade. "It's the last element they can burn before they go nova. Iron's the skeletons of stars, and it's what makes our blood red. I
Elizabeth Bear
#57. She was in charge of the 'red team,' the group taking blood samples. (The group collecting urine to check pesticide exposure levels called themselves the 'gold team' in response.)
Maryn McKenna
#58. The staunch, old soakers, on the other hand men who, if put on tap, would have yielded a red alcoholic liquor, by way of blood usually confined themselves to plain brandy-and-water, gin, or West India rum; and,
Nathaniel Hawthorne
#59. Islamic history is written in two types of ink. Black for the ink of the scholars and red for the blood of the martyrs!
Me
#60. whose melancholy could be cured only by the spectacle of death, and who had a passion for red blood, as other men have for red wine--the son
Oscar Wilde
#61. human red blood cells have no nuclei and thus possess no DNA of their own.
Tara Rodden Robinson
#62. One of my motivations to become a blood specialist was to study malaria in red blood cells. But in science, you discover something and you want to go this way, but your work goes that way.
Peter Agre
#63. Dazed and disoriented, I looked up from the bright red blood pulsing out of my arm
into the fevered eyes of the six suddenly ravenous vampires.
Stephenie Meyer
#64. The one-drop rule had never made any sense to him. If one drop of black blood made you black, why didn't one drop of white blood make you white? And hadn't anyone noticed yet that everybody's blood was red?
Tiffany Reisz
#65. Since red is a signal for many vital things, most importantly danger (blood) and sex
Guy Deutscher
#66. History could pass for a scarlet text, its jot and title graven red in human blood.
Eldridge Cleaver
#67. 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
#68. I smiled. I know how creepy I am when I smile. Whoever came up with "skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood" and thought people would find it attractive really wasn't thinking things through.
Seanan McGuire
#70. break his leg if he was not very careful. "Watch out for the girl with freckles," he said, referring to the ball, "and for the one with hepatitis, and the one covered in blood," alluding to the yellow and red cards of the referee.
Anonymous
#71. When you prick a person with a needle, red blood comes out - that's the real world,
Haruki Murakami
#72. When my face is flushed with blood, it becomes red and obscene. It betrays at the same time, through morbid reflexes, a bloody erection and a demanding thirst for indecency and criminal debauchery.
Georges Bataille
#73. Bright beads of red are rising through the ink, Hearts-blood bubbles smearing out into the black stream
Sylvia Plath
#74. The smell of blood ... it was on his breath.
What does he do? I think. Drink it? I imagine him sipping it from a teacup. Dipping a cookie into the stuff and pulling it out dripping red.
Suzanne Collins
#75. The Red Army and Navy and the whole Soviet people must fight for every inch of Soviet soil, fight to the last drop of blood for our towns and villages ... onward, to victory!
Joseph Stalin
#78. She did it without thinking--At that moment she was pure Gilly again: red-haired, with fury for blood, perfect aim, and nothing to lose.
Tiffany Baker
#79. The true color of life is the color of the body, the color of the covered red, the implicit and not explicit red of the living heart and the pulses. It is the modest color of the unpublished blood.
Alice Meynell
#80. I ain't never seen a creature like that before, she says. He's so smart, he's-
More, like a person than a bird? I says.
Yeah, she says. That's it.
Whatever you do, I says, don't tell him that. I'll never hear the end of it.
Moira Young
#81. This, however, seems to be certain: the ichor, that is, the material I have mentioned that finally becomes red, exists before the heart begins to beat, but the heart exists and even beats before the blood reddens.
Marcello Malpighi
#82. So maybe she's got a little bit of me in her after all.
Kitty continues. "We could put red food coloring in the syrup, too, to make it look like blood. A bloody heart!"
No, never mind. Kitty is all her own.
Jenny Han
#83. Precise historical reasons are difficult to pinpoint, but red hair, it seems, bestows a sense of otherness. Red is the colour of blood and danger.
Kate Williams
#84. Damn, girl. You are a kinky fuck."
I glanced down. The sheet was spattered with blood, my skin covered with dried red lines. Awkward. "Oh. I tripped and fell."
"On his fangs? Over and over?
Jill Myles
#85. Julian will go to the gallows for us, and we will smile, and dream of victory
hazy-red, soon to come, a blood-colored dawn.
Lauren Oliver
#86. We all shed salty tears and shed red blood. All is one.
Thich Thien-An
#87. A red sun rises. Blood has been spilled this night.
J.R.R. Tolkien
#88. IT WAS A GOOD DAY for Louboutins. I hadn't planned on wearing statement heels on the runway to death, but if this was it, if I was going to be killed by some random psycho with a thirst for blood, what better way to go down than with red-soled 'fuck yous' to my murderer?
Leylah Attar
#89. The mountain trembled like an earthquake. Dust flew into the sky. And the rock turned dark red, like the color of blood'.
'How would you know?' Asks Sindhi cap. 'You only have a black and white television'.
'But it's a very good one. You can almost see colours.
Mohsin Hamid
#90. Nodded to the birds, a dozen of them in a black line, wise-eyed and watching. The town-square ran red. Blood in the gutters, blood on the flagstones, blood in the fountain. The corpses posed as corpses do. Some comical, reaching
Mark Lawrence
#91. Pray for and work for fullness of life above every thing; full red blood in the body; full honesty and truth in the mind; and the fullness of a grateful love for the Saviour in your heart.
Phillips Brooks
#92. The heavy red roses smoldering in the foggy morning, blood-colored and uninhibited, made me greedy, and tempted me powerfully to steal one
I asked the prices merely so I could come as near them as possible.
Knut Hamsun
#93. The apartment was decorated in pinks, ranging from a deep shade bordering on red to a pale, near-white cream. Her blood probably fit right in until it started drying to an ugly shade of brown.
Seanan McGuire
#94. Before all is peaceful, blood will spill blood, and the lake will run red," she whispered.
Anonymous
#95. Holi, the spring carnival, when members of all castes mingle and let down their hair, sprinkling one another with cascades of red powder and liquid, symbolic of the blood that was probably used in past centuries.
Wendy Doniger
#96. Sophos turned red, and I wondered about the circulation of his blood; maybe his body kept an extra supply of it in his head, ready for blushing.
Megan Whalen Turner
#97. Red for the blood of Christ, green for his everlasting love, blue for heaven above, and old for the King of Kings.
Nancy B. Brewer
#98. Every joy that life gives must be earned ere it be secured; and how hardly earned, those only know who have wrestled for great prizes. The heart's blood must gem with red beads the brow of the combatant, before the wreath of victory rustles over it.
Charlotte Bronte
#99. Red stimulates and excites your nerves, pulse rate and blood circulation, and lends energy to your entire system. When you are fatigued, lethargic or sluggish for any reason, red has an energizing influence.
Tae Yun Kim
#100. First the flame and then the flood:
In the end it's Blackthorn blood.
Seek thou to forget what's past
First thirteen and then the last.
Search not the book of angels gray,
Red or white will lead you far astray.
To regain what you have lost,
Find the black book at any cost.
Cassandra Clare
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