Top 95 Quotes About Red Lips
#1. I was recently told by a guy friend that red lipstick during the summer is distracting, and I said, "You need to shut up because I love red lips in the summer." Guys are stupid, moral of the story.
Brittany Snow
#2. No, I will not make out with you." Her red lips curled up. "Did you just try to make a joke, Madam Prosecutor?" I smirked.
Eliza Lentzski
#4. Her lips are like strawberries which tickels my taste buds everytime, making me to kiss her red lips everytime.
Vishal Antapurkar
#5. I walked into this industry blond with red lips, and I will leave this industry blond with red lips. Mark my words.
Rita Ora
#6. An optimistic early-rising whore with red lips and red boots sauntered along, smiling hopefully at middle-aged men, but there were no takers at this hour.
Ken Follett
#9. To me, it's really easy to feel glamorous and beautiful with red lips. It's great because you don't have to do anything else. I don't have to do anything to my face. I can have cleanly washed hair and if I just put on like a matte red lip, it just makes everything seem special.
Rashida Jones
#10. I will always love red lips.
Rita Ora
#11. Don't save bold lashes and red lips for nighttime - do it in the day!
Tyra Banks
#12. he swooped in, with the same acts dealing death and deliverance. The point and edge of his spear opened red lips in one bandit's throat. Lifesblood
Kai Ashante Wilson
#13. The red lips are - I don't want to call them "armor," but they're the clothes of my character, and I'm in the business of entertainment. Wearing red lipstick helps get me into that world.
Christina Aguilera
#14. 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
#15. I have sharp teeth inside my mouth,
Inside my dark red lips,
And lacquer slickly hides the claws
In my red fingertips.
So I conceal my armoury.
Yours is all on view.
You think you are possessing me-
But I've got my teeth in you.
Angela Carter
#16. On my wedding day. I didn't want a natural, blushing-bride look - I had a full-on hairdo and red lips. I thought it would be disingenuous to do the whole virginal look, so even though I had the white dress, I had pink net underneath.
Sophie Ellis-Bextor
#17. You have had me spinning for days, for I am drunk off the words that flow endlessly from your deep red lips that taste of wine.
Karen Quan
#19. By the time we leave, I have red lips and curled eyelashes, and I'm wearing a bright red dress. And there's a knife strapped to the inside of my knee. This all makes perfect sense.
Veronica Roth
#20. In the cottage, two old women stared, envy and hope mixing in their faces, at a tall, handsome woman with black hair and dark eyes and red, red lips.
Neil Gaiman
#21. He was tired of everyone believing they knew everything there was to know about him, as if a person never grew, a person never changed, a person was born a weird and dreamy little kid with too-red lips and stayed that way forever just to keep things simple for everyone else.
Laura Ruby
#22. They get a glimpse of red lips under a short veil, and exquisite little feet.
Leo Tolstoy
#23. Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.
Samuel Ullman
#24. Sebastian's eyes were the color of smoke and silver. His pale skin, raven hair, and naturally dark red lips, paired with a rebel attitude and a poet's soul, pulled me in like a dark, magnetic force.
Kelly Keaton
#25. She had forgotten about this, the narcotic of the crowd. This is why you came to hear music. To stop being yourself, to let that thing that you supposedly were go, and just be part of a mob, synchronized by the heavy beat, mesmerized by a singer with big smeary red lips, her spooky chant.
Janet Fitch
#26. I have no answer for her. But I look into her face, her pale cheeks, her red lips bright with life and tender as an infant's, and I understand that I love her. And if she is everything, maybe that's
Isaac Marion
#27. Is that not ridiculous that people thought that Justin Bieber and I were on a vacation together, on a romantic vacation, in the Bahamas, and I just happened to wear a gown as my swimsuit and red lips and he's dressed in a suit in the ocean? Seriously who would walk to the beach like that?
Kim Kardashian
#28. This time, Chantelle noticed a cheerful yellow bouquet of daisies and a small scar below Tom's soft, red lips that she'd never seen before.
Dianne Bright
#29. Sweet April-time-O cruel April-time! Year after year returning, with a brow Of promise, and red lips with longing paled, And backward-hidden hands that clutch the joys Of vanished springs, like flowers.
Dinah Maria Murlock Craik
#30. A girl's red lips imitate the hot blood coursing through the lips of her labia, a sign that she is healthy and ready for breeding. She may not know that. He may not know that. But this is the design, the primeval impulse to redden our lips.
Chloe Thurlow
#31. 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
#32. Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
Wilfred Owen
#33. What red lips you have," he said in her ear. Did she dare say it? "All the better to kiss you with, my dear," she replied. And then their lips met.
Annette Curtis Klause
#34. I think he got an incidental elbow in the face, messed up his pretty red lips a little bit. But other than that he'll be fine.
Shaquille O'Neal
#35. As a woman, I've learned that having a uniform of your staples or setting your look and saying what distinguishes you - like red lips or hair or whatever - leaves so much time for the rest of the day.
Natasha Lyonne
#37. 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
#38. 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
#39. 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
#40. I can do a reddish-brown or brown lip, but not a bright red. I just don't look good in it. Over the years you learn certain things that don't look good on you, and that's one of them for me.
Mariah Carey
#41. My name. I have a name, and it's not Red Dragon. I am more than just the priestess's dragon. I am
Eilrah, a man who wants you," he growled against her lips.
"But you aren't a man. You only take this form when you feel like it," she replied coolly, turning
her face aside.
Shiloh Walker
#43. Keeper!"
He inhaled slowly, took Azalea's outstretched hand-shudders went through her throat, he felt so solid-and pressed the brooch into her marked palm.
"I was only picking it up," he said, quietly. His thumb rubbed the red nail mark on her hand. A smile crossed his lips. "Temper, temper.
Heather Dixon
#45. Without knowing why, he yielded to the temptation of those lips and flung onto them, eating them, partaking of their sacrament ... Eucharist of love with a red host!
Georges Rodenbach
#46. Sit there and shut up, honey. One of us is a professional. Now, if I need helping making a f**king sandwich or getting red wine out of a linen tablecloth, I'll ask for your opinion. Otherwise, shut those powder-pink lips and look pretty.
S.L. Jennings
#47. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched him glaring at me from his "box" as I liked to call it. His pale cheeks were mottled with red, the bald area on his head shining brightly underneath the artificial light. He was thick-set with thick lips that were currently tight with annoyance.
Rose Wynters
#48. I mix my lipsticks a lot. Depending on how I decide to do my eyes, I'll decide to do my lips. I've never really loved wearing only red or purple, and sometimes just pink isn't enough.
Keke Palmer
#49. 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
#50. Lips, red, ruby, like the blood, like the words.
Gwen Calvo
#51. 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
#52. I like smudgy black eyes and pale lips for evening. Red lipstick looks great on other girls, but it's too much on me.
Saffron Aldridge
#53. I never knew what life was until it ran out in a red gush over any lips, my hands!
Anne Rice
#54. To make lips look naturally pink, I put on red lipstick, wipe it off, and then apply clear gloss.
Halle Berry
#55. Skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony.
Jacob Grimm
#56. I hate the dreadful hollow behind the little wood;
Its lips in the field above are dabbled with blood-read heath,
The red-ribb'd ledges drip with a silent horror of blood
And Echo there, whatever is ask'd her, answers "Death".
Agatha Christie
#57. The falling leaves drift by the window The autumn leaves of red and gold ... I see your lips, the summer kisses The sunburned hands, I used to hold Since you went away, the days grow long And soon I'll hear ol' winter's song. But I miss you most of all my darling, When autumn leaves start to fall.
Johnny Mercer
#58. And her lips: so inviting, bathed in shimmering wet, dark red gloss. They were meant for only two things, kissing and making love to your cock.
A.V. Roe
#59. Pretty girls kissed me on victory day, their lips soft red petals brushing my face.
Steven Herrick
#60. My lady's presence makes the roses red, because to see her lips they blush for shame.
Henry Constable
#61. There was madness and magic in the slim body he held, and the lips turned up to him were red and trembling and he kissed her.
Margaret Mitchell
#62. I love a red lip, especially if I'm going out with friends.
Herieth Paul
#63. Her friends' lips were red, their teeth white, and their tongues and gums were pink. Pink, too, were the tips of their breasts. Their eyes were aquamarine blue, cherry-black, hazel and maroon.
Italo Calvino
#64. At the moment when her eyes closed, when all feeling vanished in her, she thought that she felt a touch of fire imprinted on her lips, a kiss more burning than the red-hot iron of the executioner.
Victor Hugo
#65. I'm jealous of the cherries that have been in your mouth," he said, "that they get to make your lips so red." He kissed her softly, teasing her tongue with his, a lustful wet caress, and Austen was suspended in air. "I'm jealous of every single day before today that I didn't get to spend with you.
C.J. Carlyon
#66. His lips were as soft and red as the worms you found after a rain, and his eyes were vain and cruel. "I hate you," she whispered.
George R R Martin
#67. I love a red lip - it's such a powerful statement. It exudes confidence and makes for a bold look.
Prabal Gurung
#68. 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
#69. 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. I feel weird without lipstick. Even after the first time I wore a really neon pink or a really bright red, I felt really strange without it there. My lips are a main feature, so I feel naked without them.
Marina And The Diamonds
#72. She had painted her lips and was holding in her hollowed hands a beautiful, banal, Eden-red apple.
Vladimir Nabokov
#73. Red may be bold on lips....but I prefer mine naked, without enhancement, so you know exactly what you are getting
Ladyaslan
#74. 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
#75. Echo pranced to the ta ble with a wicked grin on her lips. I craved nothing more than to kiss that pretty little smirk off her face. Instead, i yanked one of her silky red curls. Her laughter tickled my skin.
Katie McGarry
#76. I love your lips when they're wet with wine and red with wicked desire
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
#77. 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
#78. When you part your lips that way, I want you night and day. When you squeeze my balls so tight, I wanna blow my load with all my might.
Red Peters
#79. He loved her lips. He could imagine them wrapped around his cock even now., leaving a red circle...a brand. A red brand on his cock.
Susannah Scott
#81. My lips swelled with red freshness, my chest heaved proudly with a pair of pointed African drums, my face tempted with its sweetness like Kilimanjaro waters and my height spoke a language only a Maasai warrior knew.
Gloria D. Gonsalves
#82. His ability to make me feel like this huge invisible void pisses me off. The way he pauses to chew on the tip of his pen pisses me off. Just last night, those same lips that are wrapped around the tip of his ugly red pen were making their way up my neck.
Colleen Hoover
#83. He leaned forward and bit her bottom lip. It was just the right size. He hated women with thin, judgmental lips. Smeared with dark red lipstick. Stingy and manipulative. Bev's mouth looked ripe and vulnerable. He sucked on that soft lower lip for a few seconds.
Penny Watson
#84. Her lips were red, her looks were free,
Her locks were yellow as gold:
Her skin was white as leprosy,
The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she,
Who thicks man's blood with cold.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
#85. Often? That's a relative concept when you're in here." He licked his lips. They were chapped, startlingly red against the snow white of his Methuselah beard.
Joseph Finder
#86. There was a basket at her feet. She reached into it and lifted out the head of a young woman, a marquise. She wore Bourbon white to her death, but wears the tricolor now - white cheeks, blue lips, red dripping from her neck. Long live the revolution.
Jennifer Donnelly
#88. 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
#89. Her skin was as white as snow, her lips as red as blood, and her long hair as black as ebony.
C.J. Redwine
#90. It is a marvel that those red-roseleaf lips of yours should be made no less for the madness of music and song than for the madness of kissing.
Oscar Wilde
#91. O, sir, I will not be so hard-hearted. I will give out divers schedules of my beauty. It shall be inventoried, and every particle and utensil labeled to my will: as, item, two lips indifferent red; item, two grey eyes, with lids to them; item, one neck, one chin, and so forth.
William Shakespeare
#93. Yes, the sky was now a devastating, home-cooked red. The small German town had been flung apart one more time. Snowflakes of ash fell so lovelily you were tempted to stretch out your tongue to catch them, taste them. Only, they would have scorched your lips. They would have cooked your mouth.
Markus Zusak
#94. 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
#95. Trying to change the outside by making changes to the outside, is like trying to make your lips red in your reflection by putting lipstick on the mirror!
Odille Rault
