Red Hand Quotes

#1. But time is too large, it can't be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates. That gesture, for instance, the red hand picking up the cards and fumbling: it is all flabby. It would have to be ripped apart and tailored inside.

Jean-Paul Sartre

#2. Stop!" I sent my open hand sailing and slapped Talbot across his face.
He let go of the spear and stared down at me-that rage burning in his eyes. Then he blinked and clutched his palm over the red hand-shaped mark I'd left on his face. "What was that for!"
"He submitted.Let.Him.Go.

Bree Despain

#3. And there above all of these shops hung a blood soaked sign: a red hand, the hand of a child that was neither male nor female and yet roused feelings of the most dejected and criminal love

Georges Limbour

#4. You're going to pay for that Pet,' he panted. The right side of his face sported an angry red hand print.

I shook out my hand, 'I already have. That was my change.

C.J. Roberts

#5. Small, red, and upright he waited,
gripping his new bookbag tight
in one hand and touching a lucky penny inside his coat pocket with the other,
while the first snows of winter
floated down on his eyelashes and covered the branches around him and silenced
all trace of the world.

Anne Carson

#6. Cam doesn't really like coffee." The moment those words left my mouth, I flushed. His mom pretended not to notice my red face. "No, he;s not big on coffee. Milk, on the other hand...

J. Lynn

#7. Money is the driving force of Hand to Mouth, the lack of money, and all those true stories about strange things in The Red Notebook, coincidences and unlikely events, surprise, the unexpected.

Paul Auster

#8. 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

#9. Man ... heats up like a lightbulb: red hot in the twinkling of an eye and cold again in a flash. The female, on the other hand ... heats up like an iron. Slowly, over a low heat, like tasty stew. But then, once she has heated up, there's no stopping her.

Carlos Ruiz Zafon

#10. The other hand neither was he a man, nor any sapient proteinoid of the glutinous-albuminous variety. The head was round and plump, with red cheeks, but for eyes it had two penny whistles, and for ears it had thuribles, which gave off a thick cloud of incense. He was dressed

Stanislaw Lem

#11. This is you. She pointed at the stick figure with enormous red curly marks and blue eyes.
Did my hair really look like that? I ran a hand over my head, feeling a bit like Little Orphan Annie.

Jennifer L. Armentrout

#12. Told you what? Alec's hand slid up Jace's arm to his shoulder. Magnus cleared his throat. Alec dropped his hand, red-faced, while Simon grinned into his undrunk coffee.
-pg.139-

Cassandra Clare

#13. 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

#14. A beautiful battle is one you don't have to fight

Robert Jordan

#15. The red priestess shuddered. Blood trickled down her thigh, black and smoking. The fire was inside her, an agony, an ecstasy, filling her, searing her, transforming her. Shimmers of heat traced patterns on her skin, insistent as a lover's hand.

George R R Martin

#16. And the red sun of desire and decision (the two things that create a live world) rose higher and higher, while upon a succession of balconies a succession of libertines, sparkling glass in hand, toasted the bliss of past and future nights.

Vladimir Nabokov

#17. Come on, I said, taking his hand. Clutching the afghan with the other hand, he trailed down the hall after me, a snow white giant in tiny red underwear.

Charlaine Harris

#18. 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

#19. To the Looking-Glass world it was Alice that said 'I've a sceptre in hand, I've a crown on my head. Let the Looking-Glass creatures, whatever they be, Come and dine with the Red Queen, the White Queen, and me.

Lewis Carroll

#20. Skewered through and through with office-pens, and bound hand and foot with red tape.

Charles Dickens

#21. 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

#22. I'll take her home. You guys finish ... whatever ... you were doing. She glances to me, a slight blush on her face. I tug Cash's borrowed shirt down, hiding my red ass cheek. The spatula is still in his hand. He's only wearing boxers. Dear Lord.

Pella Grace

#23. The devil can quote Scripture," she said.
"No doubt he had his hand in writing it," the captain shot back. - The Red Knight

Miles Cameron

#24. The dictator's black hand had
made China a birdcage wrapped in red flags.--From "Balloons

Zoe S. Roy

#25. Glowing like sunset, a red sword was raised in the hand of a blue-eyed king who cast no shadow. A cloth dragon swayed on poles amidst a cheering crowd. From a smoking tower, a great stone beast took wing, breathing shadow fire. ...

George R R Martin

#26. 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

#27. Don't look so surprised. You didn't think I'd spent my whole life behind this desk, did you?
And I suddenly realized that, well, I guess I had. Weren't all teachers born behind their desks, fully grown, with a red pen in their hand and ready to grade?

Gary D. Schmidt

#28. He felt something trickle down his face and he wiped it away irritably. When he looked at the back of his hand, he found trails of red. He had never cried in his life; in fact, he could not cry with no tear ducts. But now, at last, he was. He was crying tears of blood. For her.

Phillip W. Simpson

#29. Tis beauty truly blent, whose red and white
Nature's own sweet and cunning hand laid on.

William Shakespeare

#30. Andrews threw the convertible in gear, and I trailed a hand over the bright red finish. Probably fresh off the lot - unlike my little hatchback, which had been factory assembled in the same decade witches came out of the broom closet.

Kalayna Price

#31. Thorne waved his hand. "They already showed the clips. And now you've achieved the dream of every red-blooded girl under the age of twenty
five"
"Right, my life is a real dream come true."
Thorne wiggled his eyebrow. "Maybe not, but at least dreamy Prince Kai knows your name.

Marissa Meyer

#32. Whence is that knocking?
How is't with me when every noise appals me?
What hands are here! Ha - they pluck out mine eyes!
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
Making the green one red.

William Shakespeare

#33. He depressed the rudder, and the Red Cloud shot earthward. Then, as the airship was turned about, the young inventor was allowed to try his hand at managing it. He said, afterward, that it was like guiding a fleecy cloud.

Victor Appleton

#34. 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

#35. [The Toaster]
A silver-scaled dragon with jaws flaming red
sits at my elbow and toasts my bread.
I hand him fat slices, then one by one
he hands them back when he sees they are done.

William Jay Smith

#36. Scorpions like holes. We had to put our arms in the holes to dig out the smelting residues. We always performed critter checks before an excavation, but one morning, I put an arm in and felt a sharp pierce. When I brought my hand out, it was red and already swelling.

Sarah Parcak

#37. I wrote 'My Name is Red' just to remember painting, where the hand does it before the intellect. When I'm captive to it, I'm a happier person. Kierkegaard tells us that a happy person is someone who lives in the present; the unhappy person, someone who lives either in the past or the future.

Orhan Pamuk

#38. Once a woman put her hand in a gate and it ate her fingers. A five-legged spider with red eyes crawled out. That woman put in three fingers from her other hand, so that the spider might be complete. Do you have that integrity of purpose, sister?

Yoon Ha Lee

#39. A few little changes here and there and we can please everyone."
You could hand out a red Ferrari to each and every person on Earth and someone would complain that his free fucking Ferrari should have been blue. Apparently Sydney hadn't accepted that truth yet.

S.E. Harmon

#40. The whole street took part in the serenade to Flor, Flor leaning against her high window, all ruffles and lace, drenched in moonlight. Down below Vadinho, her gallant knight, with the red rose in his hand, so red it was almost black, the rose of her love.

Jorge Amado

#41. A sign read "Free drinks for billiards competitors only." Hand-lettered below read "All others will pay." It was written in blood. I could tell because a red fairy with what looked like black insect wings was writing it at the time, with his own dismembered finger.

Red Tash

#42. Jamie reached across and took my right hand in his, his fingers linking with mine, and the silver of my ring shone red in the glow of the flames. I looked up into his face and saw the promise spoken in his eyes, as it was in mine.

"As long as we both shall live.

Diana Gabaldon

#43. My hair is my best feature, long and wavy, bright gold with a hint of red, trailing behind me wherever I go like an afterthought.

Cynthia Hand

#44. When Fancy still didn't answer, he took her hand, and with his red paintbrush, he wrote 'please' into her palm.

Dia Reeves

#45. The wild force of genius has often been fated by Nature to be finally overcome by quiet strength. The volcano sends up its red bolt with terrific force, as if it would strike the stars; but the calm, resistless hand of gravitation seizes it and brings it to the earth.

Peter Bayne

#46. 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

#47. The palm of his hand was a dull red. Not a good sign.
I jerk off left-handed, he thought, at least that's something.

Stephen King

#48. You shook his hand?" Adrian asked incredulously
...
"With all that red-hot passion, it's a wonder you guys can stay away from each other

Richelle Mead

#49. I've walked with very famous people down red carpets over to the crowd of thousands of people, and you'll reach out to shake their hand and they've got a camera in their hand. And they don't even get their hand out, because they're recording the whole time.

George Clooney

#50. He held up a hand as we rounded a corner onto a busy street. "Red dragons?" I whispered. "No. Mimes.

Katie MacAlister

#51. Mike Hawk!" Bennett practically yelled at me, dropping his hand. His eyes were red from laughing. "How am I supposed to keep it together over that? That's like meeting a fucking unicorn.

Christina Lauren

#52. 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

#53. What was venerated as style was nothing more than an imperfection or flaw that revealed the guilty hand.

Orhan Pamuk

#54. Remember guls," preached Mrs. Gulbenk, always holding the most perfect red tomato in her hand for all of us to admire, "you can fry 'em, bake 'em, stew 'em, and congeal 'em. A good wife and mutha will always have a tomata on hand.:

Susan Gregg Gilmore

#55. His hand shone dully in its light. No good for throttling eunuchs, but heavy enough to smash that slimy smile into a fine red ruin.

George R R Martin

#56. The skin was warm, blue veins branching like rivers beneath his pale translucent skin. Outside the greater rivers flowed, the Red Fork and the Tumblestone, and they would flow forever, but not so the rivers in her father's hand. Too soon that current would grow still.

George R R Martin

#57. 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

#58. One of those was occupied by a dwarf. Clean-shaved and pink-cheeked, with a mop of chestnut hair, a heavy brow, and a squashed nose, he perched on a high stool with a wooden spoon in hand, contemplating a bowl of purplish gruel with red-rimmed eyes. Ugly little bastard, Tyrion thought. The

George R R Martin

#59. Sean's face turned beet red. "No bloody way, Macgregor. Lay a hand on her and I'll kill you." His enraged gaze traveled to D. "Same goes for you, you psycho. You're not touching her.

Elle Kennedy

#60. The hand-plucked rose loses meaning as life is leached. Red love, once clutched to breast, putrefies and is thrown to the midden.
The hand leaked life as meaning was pucked. Putrefaction clutched love and was thrown to the midden.

Michael R. Fletcher

#61. Have you never seen a movie? Read a comic book? That's always how it starts - just a little temptation, just a little taste of evil, and then BAM, your light saber turns red and you're breathing through a big black mask and slicing off your son's hand just to be mean.
They looked at him blankly.

Cassandra Clare

#62. I caught her red-handed with her hands down his pants."
"You did not," Fancy told Madda sternly, with as much dignity as she was able. "It was just one hand.

Dia Reeves

#63. You are the wolf that howls and bites. i am the mustang that nuzzles the hand People know they can work with me. With you? Hell, kill or be killed.

Pierce Brown

#64. I remember draft night, I shook David Stern's hand while rocking a red suit with white pinstripes and red gators I've always been a trendsetter.

Jalen Rose

#65. 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

#66. Have you totally lost your mind? I'm not going to tell your daughter you're dying!" "It's the only way she'll come." Sam Paris held Luke's gaze and refused to back down. He ran a hand over his red and silver whiskers, took a long drink of bourbon, then set the empty glass down on the kitchen table.

Debby Conrad

#67. 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

#68. Dearest Annie, Roses are red. Violets are blue. I'm using my hand But I'm thinking of you. - Ronan P.S. Just to clarify, I'm using my hand to write this note ... get your mind out of the gutter.

L. H. Cosway

#69. Never raise your hand to your kids. It leaves your groin unprotected.

Red Buttons

#70. [ ... ] the red-haired aesthete politician flashed a welcoming smile and extended a hand in greeting.

James Luceno

#71. The last I saw of Count Dracula was his kissing his hand to me, with a red light of triumph in his eyes, and with a smile that Judas in hell might be proud of.

Bram Stoker

#72. But lately, when I'm drunk, I feel a hostility that I've never known before. It is a tension deep in my gut that makes me want to yell until my face is red, knock over glasses with the back of my hand, and kick people I don't know in the shins.

Koren Zailckas