Top 100 Red Death Quotes
#1. And Darkness and Decay and the Red Death held illimitable dominion over all.
Edgar Allan Poe
#2. Like attending the masquerade ball in Poe's story about the Red Death. You know, 'Come on, everybody! Kick out the jams, have another glass of champagne, and ignore all those people dropping like flies.
Stephen King
#3. At three in the morning the gaudy paint is off that old whore, the world, and she has no nose and a glass eye. Gaiety becomes hollow and brittle, as in Poe's castle surrounded by the Red Death. Horror is destroyed by boredom. Love is a dream.
Stephen King
#4. Pyrenean hemorrhagic fever or PHF," Riese told them, her voice registering fear. "Some are calling it the new Spanish flu, others the red death because of the way the infected's blood oozes from every orifice. Except, unlike the Spanish flu, this one's spreading much, much faster." Anders
James D. Prescott
#5. She said, "What do you think the punishment is for what we are doing?"
"Death, maybe life in prison." He replied.
"Awesome!" She laughs.
RED-Bruce Willis
Clarrissa Lee Moon
#6. Red glowing eyes... No one could see her. No one could hear her. No one was coming to save her. Because Death had come sooner than expected.
Humairaa Anseline
#7. Nature had found the perfect place to hide the yellow fever virus. It seeded itself and grew in the blood, blooming yellow and running red.
Molly Caldwell Crosby
#8. We have time. Fear tangled into her clothes, cinched the shirt, spiraled into the veins.
E.J. Koh
#9. The Kel unsheathed their swords, each tinted differently, blank bars of light. Cheris's ran from blue near the hilt to red at the tip. As they closed with the enemy, numbers blazed to life along the lengths of the blades: the day and the hour of your death, as the Kel liked to say.
Yoon Ha Lee
#10. death wound itself around her bones like a piece of red ribbon.
Amanda Lovelace
#11. Like what? Like he's the big bad wolf and you're Little Red Riding Hood? Like he wants to put your chubby ass in a hole, starve you to death and skin you to make a woman suit?
Gisele Walko
#12. The Red God takes what is his, lovely girl. And only death may pay for life. You saved me and the two I was with. You stole three deaths from the Red God. We have to give them back. Speak three names and the man will do the rest. Three lives I will give you - no more, no less, and we're done.
George R R Martin
#13. At that moment there was total clarity.Life was neither love nor duty.Life was not friendship or loneliness,pleasure or pain.Life was red,liquid and sticky,and it leaked through Snape's fingers as he struggled to stem the exodus of life from his body.
Rannaro
#14. When the red wrath perisheth, when the dulled swords fail, These three who have walked with Death these shall prevail. Hell bade all its millions rise; Paradise sends three: Pity, and Self-sacrifice, and Charity.
Theodosia Garrison
#15. We never care for anyone for their own sake. We train them for the system. No one matters for their own sake. No one acts for their own sake. The system will always be bigger than you.
E.J. Koh
#16. Hear what little Red-Eye saith: Nag, come up and dance with death!
Rudyard Kipling
#17. But is there not something strange about any room that has been occupied through generations? Death has lurked in it ... love has been rosy red in it ... births have been here ... all the passions ... all the hopes. It is full of wraths.
L.M. Montgomery
#18. What's left of what your body was - once the girl with bare shoulder blades , giggling, once the girl galloping an imaginary horse, once the girl sleeping in her sequined red dress - was now ash in a jar. Grains of bone. But then, I knew it wasn't you anymore. You were somewhere more.
Ava Dellaira
#19. Well what would you have us do, Jason? Swan into a hardware store without any cash and say "give us your best rack or we'll set the adorable button-nosed robots on you for bunny-boiler death by cuddling?" Jared Thomas in Red Gods Sing
Trevor Barton
#20. What was she hoping to gain from his death? That it would numb the pain of his betrayal, or heal her injured pride? Her red sister didn't know much about love.
Cornelia Funke
#21. All my people sing of are memories. And so I will remember this death. It will burden me as it does not burden my fellow students
I must not let that change. I must not become like them. I'll remember that every sin, every death, every sacrifice, is for freedom.
Pierce Brown
#22. You'll forget your inner peace, forget that it comes from impermanence. From knowing that everything will break. And only reason can right you.
E.J. Koh
#23. I used mythology to tell the story [in Living with Love], with the story of the minotaur and the matador and fighting and fighting for love and the color red and flowers and horns and death and naked men. You know, the important things in life.
Madonna Ciccone
#24. What's it like?"
"Death? It's like being on holiday with a group of Germans.
Rob Grant
#25. I grabbed my napkin and managed to pretend to sneeze which had the added effect of covering up most of my face which was surely completely beet red with embarrassment at this point. Yeah, I was classy and suave like that. Jesus Christ, Angel, get a grip!
Diana Rowland
#26. Being alone does not make you crazy, it reminds you of who you are.
E.J. Koh
#27. O fairest of all creation, last and best
Of all God's works, creature in whom excelled
Whatever can to sight or thought be formed,
Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet!
How art thou lost, how on a sudden lost,
Defaced, deflow'red, and now to death devote?
John Milton
#29. 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
#30. The world seemed to go red. He wanted to scream his outrage, to charge at Skarn and tear the murdering bastard's face off with his bare teeth. But he knew that meant certain death. No, he had to be ice. Not fire, but ice.
Luke Scull
#31. Full moon calls thee
Shai-hulud shall thou see;
Red the night, dusky sky,
Bloody death didst thou die.
We pray to a moon: she is round
Luck with us will then abound,
What we seek for shall be found
In the land of solid ground.
Frank Herbert
#32. Her face was as red as her hair. "What are you doing," she cried.
Devon put a question mark next to the sentence. "Editing your paper." What did it look like he was doing?
"You're just cutting out stuff!"
"What do you think editing is?
M.M. John
#33. 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
#34. His death was the first time that Ed Wynn ever made anyone sad.
Red Skelton
#35. Old age is the lubricant of belief. When death knocks at the door, skepticism flies out the window. A serious cardiovascular fright and a person will even believe in Little Red Riding Hood.
Carlos Ruiz Zafon
#36. What is death but descending into a dark, eternal sleep?
B.L. Norris
#37. I hate cats."
Death's face became a little stiffer, if that were possible. The blue glow in his eye sockets flickered red for an instant.
"I SEE," he said. The tone suggested that death was too good for cat haters.
Terry Pratchett
#38. Then she loved him as she would a manifestation of herself, both silenced and wounded in existence, both everything and nothing to eternity.
E.J. Koh
#39. The noise increased and came from all directions. There was no amount of reason to negotiate the void between sound and movement.
E.J. Koh
#40. And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, he rots away himself - more birds than women flocking round his body!
Homer
#41. Cyrano: The leaves
Roxane: What color
Perfect Venetian red! Look at them fall.
Cyrano: Yes
they know how to die. A little way
From the branch to the earth, a little fear
Of mingling with the common dust
and yet
They go down gracefully
a fall that seems
Like flying!
Edmond Rostand
#42. 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
#43. Only those who will love longer than they expected to can truly love pecan pie, which doesn't explain its status as death rows most requested last dessert, or why chopped pecans, corn syrup, directions from the Karo bottle's cherry-red side are what mercy taste like to some. But there you have it.
Kate Lebo
#44. 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
#45. Death came as a whisper. It wasn't frightening or horrible at all. In that final moment, it washed over me like a gentle wave, covering me in a velvety darkness. And for a while everything remained that way.
Terry Lovett
#46. He had forgotten they lived with a rope around their necks - until it cinched.
E.J. Koh
#47. 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
#48. Love?' Echo was right. All destruction started from love, didn't it?
E.J. Koh
#49. The dead are not always so dumb as you think, it takes much more to die than you would believe.
E.J. Koh
#50. Baseball isn't a life-and-death matter, but the Red Sox are.
Mike Barnicle
#51. 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
#52. They could not listen.
They could not stop.
What they did was the death dance.
What they did would do them in.
Anne Sexton
#53. The waves Of the mysterious death-river moaned; The tramp, the shout, the fearful thunder-roar Of red-breathed cannon, and the wailing cry Of myriad victims, filled the air.
George D. Prentice
#54. This is a polarizing statement, as I have come to discover, but I am a Pats, Red Sox, Celtics and Bruins fan from birth until death.
Rachel Nichols
#55. Death's face became a little stiffer, if that were possible. The blue glow in his eye sockets flickered red for an instant. I SEE, he said. The tone suggested that death was too good for cat-haters. YOU LIKE GREAT BIG DOGS, I IMAGINE.
Terry Pratchett
#56. I won't mind dying if I can tell St. Peter a joke he hasn't heard.
Red Skelton
#57. 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
#58. Once a blooming red rose, full of streaming life in its veins.
Now a wilting black petal rupturing with death and pain.
Jessica Sorensen
#59. Her own vague red trail created a livid atmosphere. She was like an avalanche and they were her nostalgia.
E.J. Koh
#60. 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
#61. I did not choose death!" Vaste shouted under the red sky. "If there's a choice, I choose pie -
Robert J. Crane
#62. Please God, we're all right here. Please leave us alone.
Don't send death in his fat red suit and his ho-ho baritone.
Anne Sexton
#63. If disguise was a vehicle, murder was a world.
E.J. Koh
#64. Forth, and fear no darkness! Arise! Arise, Riders of Theoden! Spears shall be shaken,swords shall be splintered! A sword day ... a red day ... ere the sun rises! Ride now! ... Ride now! ... Ride! Ride to ruin and the world's ending! Death! "Death!" Death! "Death!" DEATH! "Death!" Forth, Eorlingas!!
J.R.R. Tolkien
#65. 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
#66. 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
#67. I could have clasped the red walls to my bosom as a garment of eternal peace. "Death," I said, "any death but that of the pit!" Fool! might I have not known that into the pit it was the object of the burning iron to urge me?
Edgar Allan Poe
#68. Metaphysically, his bowl filled and emptied at the same time. Violent and maniacal to push himself so far, he'd both created and destroyed his body's energy. In other words he had complete power, self-sustaining, self-sacrificing power at the origin of himself.
E.J. Koh
#69. He lay there shaking in the light of the red lamps, in a silent hall, alone with his triumph, unable to move and bleeding to death.
Scott Lynch
#70. In art and mythology, the Goddess appears in three forms. White represents the virgin, red the mother, and black, the crone, or the death-goddess.
Erin O'Riordan
#71. 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
#72. 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
#73. I do not sing. I am made for other things.
My death is senseless. It is love
Pierce Brown
#74. When the personal soul life is burnt to ashes, a woman loses the vital treasure and begins to get dry boned as Death. In her unconscious, the desire for the red shoes, a wild joy, not only continues, it swells and floods, and eventually staggers to its feet and takes over, ferocious and famished.
Clarissa Pinkola Estes
#75. Tell all my mourners
To mourn in red-
Cause there ain't no sense
In my bein' dead.
Langston Hughes
#76. Like caterpillars our metamorphosis begins with what comes from our mouth. Caterpillars spin silk cocoons from the mouth. We speak life or death, success or failure. All transformation starts with what comes from our mouth.
Brandi L. Bates
#77. I stopped. She was bleeding after all. Perfect lines crossed her wrists, not near any crucial veins, but enough to leave wet red tracks across her skin. She hadn;t hit her veins when she did this; death hadn't been her goal.
Richelle Mead
#78. The silence is death.
It comes each day with its shock
to sit on my shoulder, a white bird,
and peck at the black eyes
and the vibrating red muscle
of my mouth.
Anne Sexton
#79. I feel the terror of idleness, like a red thirst. Death isn't just an idea.
Mary Oliver
#80. There'd been blood in his eyes and Johnny was dying, but it was the most beautiful and frozen dawn Elisha had ever seen. He'd laid on the ground and stared through red stains at a bloody sun and bloody clouds and night's last death whisper. Even the blind remember a dawn like that.
Kendra L. Saunders
#81. There are worse things than being robbed ... " I could smell the sick old-meat stench on his breath, like he really had eaten my grandmother. " ... worse things than dyin' even. You be a good boy, Little Red, and maybe you'll get to live awhile. Maybe you'll get to die in your own natural time.
Neal Shusterman
#82. She was tired, her nerves stripped like wires, the red and white. She felt like a saint with the arrows shit through, she was bleeding to death.
Janet Fitch
#83. If I am to die tonight, let me die a fighter.
Gail Simone
#84. Spirits didn't notice death. By the rule of impermanence, what was meant to break simply broke, and there was only the next breaking and the next.
E.J. Koh
#85. Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.
Wilfred Owen
#86. The red was something none of them could contain.
E.J. Koh
#87. 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
#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. A mother is an individual who'd go to any length for someone else, beyond rationality, beyond her physical body, her social bindings of state, country, her kind. That's the most horrifying individual you'll ever meet.
E.J. Koh
#90. 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
#91. I was at that level of inebriation - that hinge, that crux, that ridge - where you can decide to proceed or step back. Red warning lights were flashing on the control panel but the aeroplane was not yet in a screaming death-dive.
William Boyd
#92. The red washing
down the bathtub
can't change the color of the sea
at all.
Derrick Brown
#93. Wut 's words to them whose faith an' truth On war's red techstone rang true metal; Who ventered life an' love an' youth For the gret prize o' death in battle?
James Russell Lowell
#94. 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
#95. Celebrate my death for the good times I've had, For the work that I've done and the friends that I've made. Celebrate my death, of whom it could be said, "She was a working class woman, and a red."
Malvina Reynolds
#96. And at last, in its curved and imperceptible fall, the sun sank low, and from glowing white changed to a dull red without rays and without heat, as if about to go out suddenly, stricken to death by the touch of that gloom brooding over a crowd of men.
Joseph Conrad
#97. O fairest of creation, last and best Of all God's works, creature in whom excelled Whatever can to sight or thought be formed, Holy, divine, good, amiable, or sweet! How art thou lost, how on a sudden lost, Defaced, deflow'red, and now to death devote? Paradise Lost
John Milton
#98. And in the sting and misery of his defeat, he began to chant loudly and defiantly the hymn of his threatened idol:
Sredni Vashtar went forth,
His thoughts were red thoughts and his teeth were white.
His enemies called for peace, but he brought them death.
Sredni Vashtar the Beautiful.
Saki
#99. At my death paint my body with red paint and plunge it into fresh water to be restored back to life, otherwise my bones will be turned into stone and my joints into flint in my grave, but my spirit will rise
Crazy Horse
#100. Strife and Confusion joined the fight, along with cruel Death, who seized one wounded man while still alive and then another man without a wound, while pulling the feet of one more corpse out from the fight. The clothes Death wore around her shoulders were dyed red with human blood.
Homer
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