Top 100 Quotes About Red Heart
#1. A sweet gum tree is the chameleon of wood, it's corky exterior hiding it's inner ability to imitate anything from cherry to mahogany. But it's real value, one unrealized by most people, is it's deep red heart, steady and strong.
Katherine Allred
#2. You're more like dun-dun-na-NAH Romantic Man whose superpower is hopeless romanticism. Your bat signal would be a big red heart over Gotham.
Violet Duke
#3. Vaclav Havel didn't want to ride around in big black cars. And he had his own car with a little red heart on it. And he loved to go out and talk to the people.
Judy Woodruff
#4. Let it all be animal, my life and death, hard and clean like that, anything but human ... a lot I care, me with my red heart in the dark earth and my tattooed feet following the animal ways.
Vali Myers
#5. Did she remember, how we laughed and blushed? 'Pa used to say your face was like the red heart on a playing card
mine, he said, was like the diamond. Do you remember, Helen, how Pa said that?
Sarah Waters
#6. We must live with our hearts
in our hands - like Mary.
We must hold the blood-
red heart and no be disappointed
when others look away.
Kelli Russell Agodon
#7. He had forgotten that anything could be so tender. He breaks the bun open, revealing glossy bits of pork and glaze, a secret red heart.
When he puts it to his mouth, it is like a kiss: sweet and salty and warm.
Celeste Ng
#8. 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
#9. Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts
Nor the woman in the ambulance
Whore red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly
...
Oh my God, what am I
That these late mouths should cry open
In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers
Sylvia Plath
#10. You can have my credit card, baby, but keep your red hot fingers off of my heart, lady.
George Michael
#11. Love is a spy who is plotting treason, In league with that warm, red rebel, the Heart.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
#12. Why do I keep thinking of her alluva sudden?! Especially when the only time my face gets red and my heart starts puonding ... is when I see him! -Syaoran Li
CLAMP
#13. The red mammoth in the cave at Pindal is very special because its heart, also red, is depicted inside its chest.
Juan Luis Arsuaga
#14. Her father had proven to them all: when a beating heart stopped, there was no black or white, only blood-red.
Sarah McCoy
#15. Yes, red-to give warmth to that milk-white skin and those shining gray-green eyes of yours. Golden hair wouldn't suit you at all Queen Anne-My Queen Anne-queen of my heart and life and home.
L.M. Montgomery
#16. She said, "Look down at your chest."
I held the cell phone to my ear as I bend my head. Two red dots, quivering slightly, danced right over my heart.
"You are one second away from death," said the caller.
Jonathan Maberry
#17. Dracula, who said while they drove a wooden stake into his heart, Boy, I sure hope this is heartburn. Never got a dinner!
Red Buttons
#18. 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
#19. Red the colour of the rose
red the colour of your lips
red the colour of your tongue ...
red the colour of your heart ...
red the colour of your passion ...
Marina G. Roussou
#20. 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
#21. 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
#22. My heart quickened when I caught a flash of red entering the lunchroom. At the corner door farthest from me, Echo paused and performed a quick scan. She held her books tight to her chest, sleeves clutched in her hands. Our eyes met. Her green eyes melted and she gave me that beautiful siren smile
Katie McGarry
#23. Henrietta knew of the heart as an organ; she privately saw it covered in red plush and believed that it could not break, though it might tear.
Elizabeth Bowen
#24. A free and truly independent press - fiercely independent when necessary - is the red beating heart of freedom and democracy.
Dan Rather
#25. This moment right here, standing in front of 1010, nestled in the mountains that called to her heart, safe and warm and whole in the arms of the man she adored, she, Annalise, Almost Alpha of the Red Havoc Crew, had found the life she wanted.
T.S. Joyce
#26. We've all seen chicken portrayed as the low-fat, heart-healthy alternative to red meat for years, but it no longer adds up. You might want to lean away from eating birds and lean toward more plant-based options of protein like black beans, lentils, tofu, chickpeas and whole grains.
Kathy Freston
#27. 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
#28. Lady beware. Fan not the harmless glow Of admiration into ardent love, Lean not with red curled smiling lips above The flickering spark of sinless flame, and blow, Lest in the sudden waking of desire Thou, like the child, shalt perish in the fire.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
#29. I cast my heart into my rhymes,
That you, in the dim coming times,
May know how my heart went with them
After the red-rose-bordered hem.
William Butler Yeats
#30. Elizabeth Taylor has a big heart. She recently built a halfway house for girls who don't want to go all the way.
Red Buttons
#31. Stevens, who knew that mouth could do more thana rgue? You're a true blue friend, a red-hot lady and all that other good yearbook shit. You've got a big heart and I've got an even bigger...you know. So we're both winners. KG
Robin Wasserman
#32. I don't believe in statistics. There are too many factors that can't be measured. You can't measure a ballplayer's heart.
Red Auerbach
#33. The kitchen door, painted red from the day Naomi moved in, and a geranium, also red, outside on the stoop, gave the whole area a feeling of whimsy.
Suzanne Palmieri
#34. If by chance some day you're not feeling well and you should remember some silly thing I've said or done and it brings back a smile to your face or a chuckle to your heart, then my purpose as your clown has been fulfilled.
Red Skelton
#35. Borders are scratched across the hearts of men By strangers with a calm, judicial pen, And when the borders bleed we watch with dread The lines of ink across the map turn red.
Marya Mannes
#36. 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
#37. I think Oscar Wilde wrote a poem about a robin who loved a white rose. He loved it so much that he pierced his breast and let his heart's blood turn the white rose red. Maybe this sounds very sentimental, but for anybody who has loved a career as much as I've loved mine, there can be no short cuts.
Mary Pickford
#38. Out of doubt, out of dark to the day's rising
I came singing into the sun, sword unsheathing.
To hope's end I rode and to heart's breaking:
Now for wrath, now for ruin and a red nightfall!
J.R.R. Tolkien
#39. She hoped he was running to his red deer woman, and that when he tapped on the door of her heart, she'd open it wide and let him in.
Charles De Lint
#40. I felt Red's arm close around me like a shield against the rest of the world. His mouth was against my hair, and his heart thumped violently under my cheek. I shut my eyes, and held onto his shirt with both hands, and wept.
Juliet Marillier
#41. And yet, even as I made these plans, there was a small dismayed corner of my heart. Like those stupid cartoons when you're a kid: little red devil on one shoulder and the little angel in his nightie on the other. My good angel was hiding his eyes.
Josh Lanyon
#42. How ridiculous that water ran out of your eyes when your heart hurt. Tragic heroines in books tended to be amazingly beautiful. Not a word about swollen eyes or a red nose. "Crying always gives me a red nose," thought Elinor. "I expect that's why I'll never be in any book.
Cornelia Funke
#43. Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Never Ross, I heart the fuck out of you.
C.M. Stunich
#44. I want you to send a hundred red balloons up into the sky every Fourth of July and make everyone who sees them wonder what the story behind them is all about. Let me live on inside of a made up story, Callum Andrew
Emalynne Wilder
#45. When you are part of a community for 14 years, it inevitably shapes you. I will always have a part of Ferrari beside me; a part of my heart will always be red.
Michael Schumacher
#46. Fear was stronger than ethics, stronger than judgement, stronger than responsibility, stronger than civilisation. Fear was a bolting animal trampling children underfoot as it fled from itself. Fear was a bigot, a tyrant, a coward, a red mist, a whore. Fear was a bullet pointed at his heart.
Salman Rushdie
#47. I had come alive here ... this was my home, and though one day it would all trickle through my fingers like so much red dust, for as long as childhood lasted it was a heaven fitted exactly to me. A place I knew by heart. The one place in the world I'd been made for.
Paula McLain
#48. Lawful heart, did any one ever see such freckles? And hair as red as carrots!
L.M. Montgomery
#50. Shouts of dismay rose as the red flesh splattered against the table. It was only a tomato, but one would think I was pulping a decaying heart by the noise the big, strong FIB officers were making.
Kim Harrison
#51. The Go Red for Women campaign raises awareness of the risk of heart disease. I think a lot of people don't realize that heart disease is the number one killer of women. So what we're doing is encouraging women to tell five other women to learn more about heart disease and how they can prevent it.
Cheryl Hines
#52. Troy smiled down at her, and her heart jumped into her throat. The lights turned his skin colors. Red, green, blue. Glimpses of every shade of Troy, and they all looked good. The song ended, and the world seemed to stop, just her and Troy, standing in the middle of the floor.
Cindi Madsen
#53. I do believe all shall be well with you, Prue. It's come to my heart as soft as dew, and as sweet as a red rose, that you'll get love as well as give it. After my time, though, after my time. But no matter for that, so I do know it's to come.
Mary Webb
#54. Her eyes went so wide they nearly bulged. It was probably wrong of me to find that amusing. Or to want to take a photo of Nicholas with his fangs out and wearing a black cape lined with red satin and then hang it over my pillow in a heart-shaped frame.
Alyxandra Harvey
#55. Life is resilient! Sometimes, your lips may just squander the bliss of your heart. At times, you may even wish that the sky was red. But deep down there lies a seed of goodwill that sprouts only when the sky is actually blue!
Supriya Kaur Dhaliwal
#56. The concept of a troubled, lonely, middle-class, gay fifty-eight-year-old living alone in dusty squalor in a chocolate-box cottage in the heart of the Cotswolds was a hard one to grasp in the context of his sweaty, noisy, hectic, foreign, red-light existence.
Lisa Jewell
#57. I thought about the cast of The Wizard of Oz on the yellow brick road and wondered which character I was. Perhaps the Tin Man, in search of a red, pulsating heart. Or at least someone to give it to.
Kate Rockland
#58. 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
#59. Saying his name stabbed my heart, like someone had ripped through my carefully stitched up world and exposed the infected, pulsing red tissue that I thought was healing.
Colleen Houck
#60. All the colors
Of the rainbow
Hidden 'neath my skin
Hearts have colors
Don't we all know?
Red runs through our veins
Feel the fire burning up
Inspire me with blood
Of blue and green
I have hope
Inside is not a heart
But a kaleidoscope
Sara Bareilles
#61. Only the foolish, blinded by language's conventions, think of fire as red or gold. Fire is blue at it's melancholy rim, green in it's envious heart. It may burn white, or even, in it's greatest rages, black.
Salman Rushdie
#62. But truly? In my secret heart, Jalan? What drives me is that I will not let that bitch win. She has raised her hand against me and mine. She will die by my own hands. There's no life everlasting for that one. No new world. This is a war, boy. My war. I am the Red Queen - and I do not lose. She
Mark Lawrence
#63. He was sitting not far away, watching me, and I surprised a smile on his face, the first real smile I had ever seen him give, a smile that curved and softened the tight mouth, and warmed the ice-cool eyes; a smile that brought the blood to my face and made my heart turn over.
Juliet Marillier
#64. All I can say is, I will put my heart and soul into helping the Red Sox win.
Pedro Martinez
#65. Dance above the surface of the world. Let your thoughts lift you into creativity that is not hampered by opinion.
Red Haircrow
#66. O, the red rose may be fair, And the lily statelier; But my shamrock, one in three Takes the very heart of me!
Katharine Tynan
#67. At such times I feel I could die for love of her, my little stranger, my heart swelling dangerously so that the only release is to run too, my red coat flapping around my shoulders like wings, my hair a comet's tail in the patchy blue sky.
Joanne Harris
#68. "The decision falls to you. She's too weak to make it for herself. Red's greed and vengefulness saw to that when she made Alyssa's heart the battlefield."
"I'll do whatever it takes," Morpheus and Jeb answer simultaneously without hesitation.
A.G. Howard
#69. A disciple can be forgiven if he does not have great mental ability. He can be forgiven also if he does not display outstanding physical prowess. But no disciple can be excused if he does not have zeal. If his heart is not aflame with a red-hot passion for the Savior, he stands condemned.
William MacDonald
#70. I am pleased, he said with a rich throaty accent. My heart melted. Simple as they were, those three little words meant the world to me.
Red Phoenix
#71. Remind me not to piss you off Red. You might aim for the heart and shoot me in the balls.
Nora Roberts
#72. Heart on fire, ashes everywhere
- there's no return from a red like that
Manuel De Freitas
#73. I really like the melody "Red Wine Is Good For My Heart" and people respond to it. I decided to put it on the album.
Cheyenne Jackson
#74. The red flags are usually there, you just have to keep your eyes open wider than your heart.
April Mae Monterrosa
#75. 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
#76. 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
#77. Whose heart doth hold the Christmas glow Hath little need of Mistletoe; Who bears a smiling grace of mien Need waste no time on wreaths of green; Whose lips have words of comfort spread Needs not the holly-berries red - His very presence scatters wide The spirit of the Christmastide.
John Kendrick Bangs
#78. Red like blood White like bone Red like solitude White like silence Red like the beastly instinct White like a god's heart Red like thawing hatred White like a frozen, pained cry Red like the night's hungry shadows Like a sigh piercing the moon it shines white and shatters red
Tite Kubo
#79. 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
#80. Oh to be free of myself, With nothing left to remember, To have my heart as bare As a tree in December; Resting, as a tree rests After its leaves are gone, Waiting no more for a rain at night Nor for the red at dawn.
Sara Teasdale
#81. Her lips were red. Not the garish painted red so many women believe makes them desirable. Her lips were always red, morning and night. As if minutes before you saw her, she had been eating sweet berries, or drinking heart's blood.
Patrick Rothfuss
#82. Our first stop was red square, the heart of Moscow - if Moscow has one.
Bob Hope
#83. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a burst of light so warm and red it could have been the sun or someone's beating heart. I stared up at it, waiting for the room to come clear.
Brenna Yovanoff
#84. Love was like walking on the moon. A springy step in your heel like you had a heart for cushioning to step on until it burst and the blood floating in red pods among the glowing craters to be boiled into a refining mist in the naked, eternal sunlight.
Carl-John X. Veraja
#85. I love ... that elevator," she said.
With a sleepy smile and a full heart, he turned his head and kissed into her soft hair. "Aw, Red. I love that elevator, too.
Laura Kaye
#86. The lightest touch might keep Mary there, rooted in this frozen alley. Instead, she stretched out her hand to the worn red ribbon in Doll's wig. Was it the same one, she wondered, the first one, the ribbon the child Mary had set her eyes and heart on at the Seven Dials, three long years ago?
Emma Donoghue
#87. Oh, heart, let's never grow too old To smile anew, when Christmas comes, At tassels red and tinsel thread, And tarlatan bags f sugarplums.
Nancy Byrd Turner
#88. Yet I am not writing with ordinary ink, but with red blood that drips
from my heart. All its wounds long scarred over have opened and it
throbs and hurts, and now and then a tear falls on the paper.
Leopold Von Sacher-Masoch
#89. The girl in the red coat would remain the the sweet but sore point in my biography: the promise never kept; the mystery that would always remain a mystery. And yet, I regretted nothing. Someday it would be less painful. Someday my heart would be light again. I had to only let it happen.
Nicolas Barreau
#90. I liked playing in Chicago, and I gave them everything I had, but I knew in my heart I was a Red Wing.
Ted Lindsay
#91. My first car was a 1976 Toyota Corolla Liftback in red, like the one in 'The Blues Brothers.' I painted a Union Jack on the roof. I was absolutely in love with it until I destroyed it, which broke my heart!
Richard Hammond
#92. Every month there is a moon, gigantic, round, heavy, an omen. IT transits, pauses, continues on and passes out of sight, and I see despair coming towards me like famine. To feel that empty, again, again. I listen to my heart, wave upon wave, salty and red, continuing on and on, marking time.
Margaret Atwood
#93. You hid in my ink and guided my hand. You stained the pages with your silence as God wrote the words, "Be still." Yet, my heart's blindness could only write in loud hues of red, "I love you.
Shannon L. Alder
#95. How many hearts with warm, red blood in them are beating under cover of the woods, and how many teeth and eyes are shining? A multitude of animal people, intimately related to us, but of whose lives we know almost nothing, are as busy about their own affairs as we are about ours.
John Muir
#96. This is my dream. I ain't giving up. I see a band like the Red Hot Chili Peppers, and they've had their ups and downs, but they've continued with heart. We look up to that. I see Papa Roach being around for another 15 years. We've always wanted to be a career band.
Jacoby Shaddix
#97. When the whole world turns clown, and paints itself red with its own hearts blood instead of vermilion, it is something else than comic.
John Ruskin
#98. 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
#99. He is looking down into the toilet bowl. He sees a bright shiny red ball, about the size of his fist, covered with blood and bobbing jauntily in the yellowed water. It throbs in time
with Ernest's pulse. It is his heart.
J. Mulrooney
#100. I wish for my child to have a mind as stark and wild as the winter, a spirit as clear and fine as my window, and a heart as red and open as my wounded hand.
Catherynne M Valente
