Top 72 Red King Quotes
#1. And they made Alice drink something from a bottle which reduced her to a size where she could no longer cry 'Curiouser and curiouser,' and they gave the Looking Glass one hammer blow to smash it and every Red King and Oyster away!
Ray Bradbury
#2. Only I do hope it's my dream, and not the Red King's! I don't like belonging to another person's dream,
Lewis Carroll
#3. Are there any lions or tigers about here?' she asked timidly.
'It's only the Red King snoring,' said Tweedledee.
'Come and look at him!' the brothers cried, and they each took one of Alice's hands, and led her up to where the King was sleeping.
'Isn't he a LOVELY sight?' said Tweedledum.
Lewis Carroll
#4. I'm having a magenta day. Not just red, but magenta!
Stephen King
#5. Give me a flagon of red wine, a book of verses, a loaf of bread, and a little idleness. If with such store I might sit by thy dear side in some lonely place, I should deem myself happier than a king in his kingdom.
Omar Khayyam
#6. I'll have peace on those terms," Lord Karstark said. "They can keep their red castle and their iron chair as well." He eased his longsword from its scabbard. "The King in the North!" he said, kneeling beside the Greatjon.
George R R Martin
#8. There's the house where that little red-haired girl lives ... Maybe she'll see me, and come rushing out to thank me for the Christmas card I sent her ... Maybe she'll even give me a hug ... Maybe Billie Jean King will call me tonight, and invite me out to dinner.
Charles M. Schulz
#9. The willow is green; flowers are read. The flower is not red; nor is the willow green. Same went for Charlie. Charlie was my friend; he was very nice to me. Charlie was not my friend; nor was he very nice to me.
A.S. King
#10. And that's where I want to finish out my life, Red. In a warm place that has no memory.
Stephen King
#11. Martin Luther King Jr's agenda was not to help Negroes overcome American apartheid in the south. It was to make America democracy a better place, where everyday people, from poor people who were white and red and yellow and black and brown, would be able to live lives in decency and dignity.
Cornel West
#12. Insane", he says simply. "Hopeless. The king is a saint and cannot rule, and his son his a devil and should not.
Philippa Gregory
#13. Real loneliness was a smeary red: the color of the taillights of the car ahead of you reflected on wet hot-top in a driving rain.
Stephen King
#14. A cloud-congested caul that is alternately red, orange, vermilion, purple. Sometimes the clouds break apart in great, slow rafts, letting through beams of innocent yellow sunlight that are bitterly nostalgic for the summer that has gone by.
Stephen King
#15. I'm trying to get people to see that we are our brother's keeper. Red, white, black, brown or yellow, rich or poor, we all have the blues.
B.B. King
#16. I love Bill Clinton. I think we should make him king. I'm talking the red robe, the turkey leg - everything.
Tim McGraw
#17. It popped up on my Outlook calendar, flagged in red like an inflamed pimple full of infected bureaucratic pus ... I've been trying desperately to get it shifted, but no, it is stuck like a king-sized dildo in a guinea pig.
Charles Stross
#18. All men are interdependent. Every nation is an heir of a vast treasury of ideas and labor to which both the living and the dead of all nations have contributed. Whether we realize it or not, each of us lives eternally 'in the red.' We are everlasting debtors to known and unknown men and women.
Martin Luther King Jr.
#19. You let their friendship continue because Maisie looks after your son while you're gallivanting around the country disguised as Sherlock Holmes - Uncle Paton Yewbeam
Jenny Nimmo
#20. The sunlight pouring in the east window came through her lids and made a dark red beet soup that moved with the rhythm of her heart ...
Stephen King
#21. 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
#22. Queen and King Red - here's where it started. And here it will end ...
A.G. Howard
#23. I do not blench at nature red in tooth and claw... And much as I love The Wind in the Willows and the works of Beatrix Potter, I never dress my animals in clothes... They behave as animals should behave, with the exception that they open their mouths and speak the Queen's English.
Dick King-Smith
#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. I love Stephen King as much as any red rum drinking American, but I resent the fact that I, the bookseller, am his bitch.
Caroline Kepnes
#27. Five houses?" Lothaire had sneered, cutting Trehan off. "You all live under one roof now. Mine. Because I'm the king of the castle." Then his red eyes had grown vacant, and he'd begun muttering about "Lizvetta's lingerie."
Trehan had been ... underwhelmed by the Enemy of Old's attention span.
Kresley Cole
#28. 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
#29. I'm not a big heel person anyways, I'll wear them on the red carpet, but I've always been the one who loves loafers and brogues.
Jaime King
#30. King Stephen of Crystallia looked at the impassive face of William, the big, red-headed captain of Candlewax, and resisted the urge to throw something.
C. Bailey Sims
#31. 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
#32. The Red Comyns had always done well behind the throne. The king was but an instrument, as his father used to say. They were the musicians.
Robyn Young
#33. I lay my body down in another city, another hotel room. Once Louis Armstrong and his band stayed here. Later the hotel fell to trash. New money resurrected it. Under the red moon of justice, I dream with the king of jazz.
Joy Harjo
#34. What it comes down to, Red, is some people refuse to get their hands dirty at all. That's called sainthood, and the pigeons land on your shoulders and crap all over your shirt.
Stephen King
#35. How gorgeous this chess set is.' Each piece was a delicate marble fantasy of medieval warfare. The paint had long ago worn off, except for faint touches of red, in the fury of the king's eyes, on the queen's lower lip, in the bishop's robe.
Eloisa James
#36. Red isn't your color, Bozo." Tina had said the first time Eleanor suited up. The other girls all laughed, even the black girls who hated Tina. Laughing at Eleanor was Dr. King's mountain.
Rainbow Rowell
#37. Stannis knows who Aemon is. If the red woman requires king's blood for her spells ...
George R R Martin
#38. Castle Rock Middle School was a frowning pile of red brick standing between the Post Office and the Library, a holdover from the time when the town elders didn't feel entirely comfortable with a school unless it looked like a reformatory.
Stephen King
#39. 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
#40. The flesh of king salmon, which varies in color from white to pink to red, has a high fat content, making it perfect for grilling.
Tom Douglas
#41. science feeds our perpetual curiousity and claims that nothing exists until 'proven'. Science cannot prove the existence or non-existence of the human soul any more than a thermometer can prove the colour red or King Henry the eight could discourse on electronics.
Bryan Islip
#43. A merchant came by a few years ago - he told me there was a mortal High King who had set himself up there. But I heard a whisper on the wind recently that said he'd been deposed by a young woman with wine-red hair who now calls herself their High Queen.
Sarah J. Maas
#44. 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
#45. I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
Martin Luther King Jr.
#46. King Solomon, who said to his thousand wives, Who doesn't have a headache tonight? Never got a dinner!
Red Buttons
#47. It was a crypt where music played to masses of the dead, and McJagger was their desolate pharaoh, a walking mummified king. I remembered it well.
Red Tash
#48. Savage Sam Tarly, whose sword, Heartsbane, was said to be red from hilt to point after the dozens of Dornishmen he cut down in the course of the Vulture Hunt, as the chase after the Vulture King became known.
George R R Martin
#49. Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, but Carrie White eats shit.
Stephen King
#50. Let the red dawn surmise What we shall do, When this blue starlight dies And all is through.
(The Yellow Sign)
Robert W. Chambers
#51. Prince Caspian lived in a great castle in the center of Narnia with his uncle, Miraz, the King of Narnia, and his aunt, who had red hair and was called Queen Prunaprismia.
C.S. Lewis
#52. 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
#53. And to him everything would look slow and red, as if the whole world had been tie-dyed in a vat of gore.
Stephen King
#54. Corey Bryant sank into a great forgetful river, and that river was time, and its waters were red.
Stephen King
#55. King Henry VIII, who said to his lawyer, Forget the alimony, I've got a better idea. Never got a dinner!
Red Buttons
#56. I stroked a big red A on top of his paper. Looked at it for a moment or two, then added a big red +. Because it was good, and because his pain had evoked an emotional reaction in me, his reader. And isn't that what A+ writing is supposed to do? Evoke a response?
Stephen King
#57. Thud, thud, thud, riderless black horse with red eyes coming down the halls of his mind, ironshod hooves digging up soft gray clods of brain tissue, leaving hoofprints to fill up with mystic crescents of blood.
Stephen King
#58. The best show on television is Red Sox baseball. Everything else sucks.
Stephen King
#59. The face of the clown in the stormdrain was white, there were funny tufts of red hair on either side of his bald head, and there was a big clown-smile painted over his mouth. If George had been inhabiting a later year, he would have surely thought of Ronald McDonald before Bozo or Clarabell.
Stephen King
#60. 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
#61. His words faded, because here were the switches Dan was looking for. The special switches, the ones with the red handles ...
Shine on, he thought, and pulled them all.
Stephen King
#62. I know I've been called the Louis Vuitton Don ... I've been called a lot of names ... Due to what happened, so severely, when the red shoes hit the runway, I was forced to change my name to Martin Louis Vuitton the King, Jr. Address me as such.
Kanye West
#63. The willow is green; flowers are red. The flower is not red; nor is the willow green.
A.S. King
#64. I definitely associate music with color. For example, my first record has a red cover but it is totally green and blue to me.
Kaki King
#65. Jason Todd. AKA Red Hood. Former Robin. Died nobly. Came back a bit less noble.
Tom King
#66. The greatest terror of Danny's life was DIVORCE, a word that always appeared in his mind as a sign painted in red letters which were covered with hissing, poisonous snakes.
Stephen King
#67. It's a prissy, overdecorated P238 SIG Sauer, red and black, with gold-inlaid flowers scrolling down the barrel. Morris drops the clip and sees it's full. There's even one in the pipe. He puts the clip back in and lays the gun on the desk - something else to take along.
Stephen King
#68. It pulled out of the dirt lot, kicking up a rooster-tail of dust behind it. The taillights dwindled away to red points down Highway 63, and the Nebraska nightwind began to pull the hanging dust apart.
Stephen King
#69. She pushed the button and like a miracle her head filled with the sound of Jerry Trupiano's voice ... and more importantly, with the sounds of Fenway Park. She was sitting out here in the darkening, drippy woods, lost and alone, but she could hear thirty thousand people. It was a miracle.
Stephen King
#70. Who knows CPR?" asks the one who grabbed Hodges. A roadie with a long graying ponytail steps forward. He's wearing a faded Judas Coyne tee-shirt, and his eyes are bright red. "I do, but man, I'm so stoned." "Try
Stephen King
#71. And yes, all of a sudden she was scared. It was like a yellow thread weaving in and out of the bright red overblanket of her rage.
Stephen King
#72. He pulled a red-and-blue bandana from his back pocket, blew his nose with a decisive honk, and thrust it back out of sight after a short peek into it to see if he had gotten anything interesting.
Stephen King
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