The Red Quotes

#1. 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

#2. Men were better, or more timid. Secular and religious education had effaced the throat-grappling instinct, or else firm finance held in check the passions.

Stephen Crane

#3. Ukraine is the instrument for Russia to test the West's 'red lines'

Lilia Shevtsova

#4. The bungalow was a hideous red-brick structure built, if I had to guess, in the early 1980s by some hack architect who'd been aiming at art deco and hit Tracy Emin instead.

Ben Aaronovitch

#5. Black-on black crime' is jargon, violence on language, which vanishes the men who engineered the covenants, who fixed the loans, who planned the projects, who built the streets and sold red ink by the barrel.

Ta-Nehisi Coates

#6. Once there was a moose, a very poor, thin, lonely moose who lived on a rocky hill where only bitter leaves grew and bushes with spiky branches. One day a red motor car drove past. In the backseat was
a grey gypsy dog wearing a gold earring.

Annie Proulx

#7. What need for feathers now? What need to confirm their loss? While the womb-red sky swelled with the promise of tomorrow, and he rode the warm, crimson currents, skimming, wheeling and gliding.

Georgina Anne Taylor

#8. We have all the freedoms we want. But what we are missing is red ink: the language to articulate our non-freedom. The way we are taught to speak about freedom- war on terror and so on-falsifies freedom.

Slavoj Zizek

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

Orhan Pamuk

#10. I've been having this really weird anxiety dream about arriving too late or too early, and the people in charge are like, 'You have to leave! You have to go back to the hotel and get ready!' And I use the wrong exit, and I'm running down the red carpet in pyjamas, like, 'No! Don't look at me!'

Florence Welch

#11. It's very difficult when there are pictures taken on the red carpet. I find those things so terrifying that another persona just kicks in. I don't recognise myself.

Joely Richardson

#12. Who won the 2004 World Series?"
She shrugged, "The Yankees?"
"The Yankees? And you claim to be an American?" He enjoyed rubbing it in after her attitude about Harrisburg. "It was the Red Sox. The year they broke the curse.

Brandon Mull

#13. With the release of the Dragon sensor ... I have finished my mission. I am done posting. I will no longer be the face of Red.

James Jannard

#14. 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

#15. The big white house glowed on the hill above them, tranquil in the afternoon light, the big red spruce behind it a looming but benign presence; not for the first time, he felt that the tree was somehow guarding the house - and in his present fragile mental state, found that notion a comfort.

Diana Gabaldon

#16. I was in Estonia when a professor asked me if I was aware that making any criticism of the Red Army during the war was now an imprisonable offence. I was quite shaken.

Antony Beevor

#17. When someone who loves and cares about me compliments me, I feel more glamorous than when the flashbulbs are going off on the red carpet.

Gabrielle Union

#18. I always have this red nose in my pocket, and if it looks like I'm taking things too seriously, or the person I'm talking to is taking them too seriously, I put the nose on. It doesn't matter what we're doing or talking about, it doesn't matter if we agree or disagree, the nose changes everything.

Bernie Glassman

#19. The Great Spirit made all things. He gave the white people a home beyond the great waters. He supplied these grounds with game, and gave them to his red children; and he gave them strength and courage to defend them.

Tecumseh

#20. Love is a spy who is plotting treason, In league with that warm, red rebel, the Heart.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

#21. 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

#22. I've been embracing the red lip and just wearing it every day, not just for going out. And I get so many compliments on it. I love the Julie Hewett Rouge Noir: it's sort of a forties red.

Stephanie March

#23. Islamic history is written in two types of ink. Black for the ink of the scholars and red for the blood of the martyrs!

Me

#24. Her mouth was a gash of red, like the torn-open stomach of a sacrifice, bloody and oracular. Behind it her teeth shone sharp and white as bone.

Madeline Miller

#25. You are Spider-Man!" she exclaimed.
Simon glanced down from his perch halfway up the pillar. "That makes you Mary Jane. She has red
hair,

Cassandra Clare

#26. May all Christians be found worthy of either the pure white crown of a holy life or the royal red crown of martyrdom.

Cyprian

#27. And I tried it and I felt, I guess I must have been pulled in by the red light of television and now I've been on TV since 1992.

Star Jones

#28. My father ran London Films. He made films like 'The Red Shoes,' 'The Third Man.' And he had had a long career in the film business, which was bifurcated with a career in intelligence. He had to deal with gangsters, and sometimes he would take me with him. Also, I went to school with their children.

Mark Helprin

#29. The children born of thee are sword and fire,
Red ruin, and the breaking up of laws,

Alfred Tennyson

#30. She knew his secrets, knew him inside out.
Humans could never know each other that way.
They could never really get into another person's head.
All the talking in the world couldn't even prove that you and the other person saw the same colour red.

L.J.Smith

#31. I want to be up there, being lauded and applauded and given all these and on the red carpet, waving at the hordes of people.

Morgan Freeman

#32. Your eyes hide a tenderness that is more sensitive than all the red roses of the world.

Avijeet Das

#33. I'm talking about the language of flowers. It's from the Victorian era, like your name. If a man gave a young lady a bouquet of flowers, she would race home and try to decode it like a secret message. Red roses mean love; yellow roses infidelity. So a man would have to choose his flowers carefully.

Vanessa Diffenbaugh

#34. But for real, for me, I feel like with the red lipstick thing it all depends on the pair of complexion. I'm just being for real. You have to be fair skinned to get away with that.

ASAP Rocky

#35. What has that little tramp got that we haven't?" asked the brunette archly. "We've got a whole lot more." The red head ran her hands suggestively down her womanly curves. "And there are three of us,

Phillip W. Simpson

#36. Even though I am told that my name is Ruby, I still didn't know who the blue eye brunette with red streaks through her hair was. She was a stranger to me.

Jessica Madden

#37. 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

#38. The red shift gives the speed at which galaxies are retiring, but doesn't tell us how far away they are to begin with.

Bill Bryson

#39. 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

#40. You turned red all over, Finn," Aiden said helpfully. "So did Teagan. As red as Kool-Aid."
The back of Finn's neck went from pink lemonade to Blastin' Berry Cherry.
"Yeah," Aiden said. "Like that."
"I don't want to talk about it," Finn said.

Kersten Hamilton

#41. My name," the boy said importantly, "is Stacey de Lacey."
"But that's a girl's name!" blurted Oliver.
Stacey de Lacey's face turned a dark shade of red. "Silence!" he shouted. "Stacey is one of those names that can be for a boy or a girl! Like Hilary, or Leslie, or...um... Anyway...!

Philip Reeve

#42. I could feel my body temperature - I knew I was bright red. It was so humiliating, I was so upset, and it was nothing I had planned to do. It was just one of those beautiful moments, the alchemy of acting that is so mysterious, where you sort of go, "How did that come out of me?"

Sarah Paulson

#43. Dazed and disoriented, I looked up from the bright red blood pulsing out of my arm
into the fevered eyes of the six suddenly ravenous vampires.

Stephenie Meyer

#44. No severe or prolonged bodily illness followed this incident of the red-room: it only gave my nerves a shock, of which I feel the reverberation to this day.

Charlotte Bronte

#45. The one-drop rule had never made any sense to him. If one drop of black blood made you black, why didn't one drop of white blood make you white? And hadn't anyone noticed yet that everybody's blood was red?

Tiffany Reisz

#46. Memories were like tomb paintings, thought the Major, the colors still vivid no matter how many layers of mud and sand time deposited. Scrape at them and they come up all red and blazing.

Helen Simonson

#47. I had a Spider-man costume when I was about three, and I lost the mask. So I went to the underwear drawer and put a pair of red pants on my head. My dad came home and just laughed, and I ran into my room and burst into tears.

Emun Elliott

#48. 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

#49. The wind howled about the bus, and the wipers slooshed heavily back and forth across the windshield, smeering the city into a red and yellow neon wetness. It was early afternoon, but it looked like night through the glass

Neil Gaiman

#50. I always say as a celebrity you have two choices - you can be a celebrity, or you can be a role model. You can choose to just go to parties and do the red carpets and all that, or you can choose to be an example to these people.

Amber Riley

#51. The blond cornfields were red gold, the haystacks turned rosy and threw long shadows. The whole prairie was like a bush that burned with fire and was not consumed.

Willa Cather

#52. We are determined to improve the economic environment by getting foreign investors in and by cutting red tape.

Igor Luksic

#53. Being in the studio, it's more of a controlled environment, where you can be Salvador Dali and sit back and look at the painting. And you can go, 'Ah, you know what? Maybe a little bit more red over here ... maybe add some blue over here.' You can sit back and look at the painting.

Zakk Wylde

#54. 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

#55. I love the competitive part of stocks. A lot of fear and greed, that's all it is. All I see is green and red.

Josh Brolin

#56. In the late 1960s, red and the low green LEDs and the infrared semiconductor lasers had already been developed, but there was no prospect of practical blue light emitters, even in the '70s.

Isamu Akasaki

#57. When you prick a person with a needle, red blood comes out - that's the real world,

Haruki Murakami

#58. Too often, our minds are locked on one track. We are looking for red - so we overlook blue. Many Nobel Prizes have been washed down the drain because someone did not expect the unexpected.

John Turner

#59. Let the red dawn surmise What we shall do, When this blue starlight dies And all is through.
(The Yellow Sign)

Robert W. Chambers

#60. A feeble orange light was flickering in the allotments, low down near the ground. Laura looked hopefully towards it. It was a huge pumpkin, its flesh brick-red, its mouth cut into a crude gash, candle- flame dancing through slits for eyes. There was no sign of Autumn.

Sanjida Kay

#61. The smell of blood ... it was on his breath.
What does he do? I think. Drink it? I imagine him sipping it from a teacup. Dipping a cookie into the stuff and pulling it out dripping red.

Suzanne Collins

#62. He was a man's man, despite his vocation; after all, he studied American history. A litany of red-blooded patriots, fighting savages and redcoats alike, taming the wilderness, proving their worth with bulging sinews and roaring guns.

Jordan L. Hawk

#63. A mortal had woven it, a man who, having caught sight of the Seelie queen, had spent the remainder of his short life weaving depictions of her. He had died of starvation, raw, red fingers staining the final tapestry.

Holly Black

#64. Maman used to say that you can always find something to be happy about. In my prison, when the sky turned red and a new day slipped into my cell, I found out that she was right.

Albert Camus

#65. Kenny Dalglish is a hero of mine and is the best player to ever wear a red shirt.

Steven Gerrard

#66. My favorite holiday memory was sitting at home all day in my pajamas during winter break for school watching a bunch of old Christmas movies like 'Jack Frost' and 'Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer' with my siblings and parents.

Becky G

#67. cut back on the amount of red meat that you eat.

Robin S. Sharma

#68. Hold it. You know what I'd like to see? I'd like to see the three bears eat the three little pigs, and then the bears join up with the big bad wolf and eat Goldilocks and Little Red Riding Hood! Tell me a story like that, OK?

Bill Watterson

#69. He's the guy that the joke was wrote about: 'Is he a criminal lawyer?' 'Yes, very.

Dashiell Hammett

#70. Some feeling had started in my stomach and was traveling up to my face, and I knew that when it got there I would turn bright red and hear the ocean, which is what happens when I get put on the spot. If I don't cry, I turn red and hear the ocean. It's a lose-lose situation.

Rebecca Stead

#71. The bride hath paced into the hall,
Red as a rose is she.

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

#72. If I hadn't had a baby, a part of me thinks I might have turned up on the red carpets all the time and gone, 'Hi, it's me!' Maybe other people do it because they haven't got kids and they've nowhere else to be. But because I have, I don't feel like that.

Catherine Tate

#73. I'm never letting you do my laundry. Again."
"I didn't know the red towel was in there," Prophet protested.
"You did it on purpose to get out of doing laundry."
"Maybe. But it worked."
"Fucking impossible.

S.E. Jakes

#74. It is merely a linguistic peculiarity, not a logical fact, that we say "that is red" instead of "that reddens," either in the sense of growing, becoming, red, or in the sense of making something else red.

John Dewey

#75. There's the fatigue that you have to forget about, because the red curtain still has to rise.

Mireille Mathieu

#76. I have a radical thought," Meryl said. "Instead of heading for the hills with guns, why don't we try to find something like the Red Cross, and volunteer. Try to do something constructive.

Joe Haldeman

#77. Week after week, the heads of Red Army Intelligence received updates on the Wehrmacht's preparations.

Leopold Trepper

#78. 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

#79. I don't think you have any control over who you are-it just happens. Sometimes in the morning I wake up and don't know who I am. I have to get out of bed and open the closet door, and then I think, oh yes, I'm the girl in the red dress.

MacDonald Harris

#80. Hurtling back to town, in a red Porsche driven by a beautiful woman, with the song playing, I had the sense of standing on the brink of another world.

Graeme Simsion

#81. By the time I joined the 'Washington Post' sports staff in 1979, Red's Runyonesque notion of sports writing was obsolete.

Jane Leavy

#82. The girls had run away, but the bear called to them: 'Snow-white and Rose-red, do not be afraid; wait, I will come with you.' Then they recognized his voice and waited, and when he came up to them suddenly his bearskin fell off, and

Jacob Grimm

#83. Amy pulls away and looks into my face. Her pale skin is blotchy red, her eyes are veined and shadowed, and a shiny line of snot trickles from her nose to the top of her lip.
She wipes her face and with her arm, smearing tears and mucus. She never looked more BEAUTIFUL to me.

Beth Revis

#84. It doesn't matter. You are what you are. I am what I am. We are the same-when you take the time to remember me.

Christopher Pike

#85. 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

#86. And it was young men in red cars who were the most dangerous of all. Such people were best given a wide berth, both in and out of the car.

Alexander McCall Smith

#87. With respect," said Red, and his voice had gone so quiet people hushed each other to hear him, "my tale is yet unfinished; you should hear me out. And it is her answer I have come to hear, not yours.

Juliet Marillier

#88. He's the path lined with wildflowers, And I'm Red Riding Hood. I've been warned, but I just can't resist the blossom and perfume that calls me over.

Liz Reinhardt

#89. While all the universe and my family are still sleeping, I will walk among the red and blue twinkle-lights of the living room, to sit and gaze upon the pretty white angel atop the tree and say silent prayers, remembering what was good in the world and why I was brought here to remember.

Carew Papritz

#90. I listened to all the Misfits albums growing up and Red Hot Chili Peppers, too.

Jose Gonzalez

#91. Love ambushed you, it lay in wait, dormant for days or years. It was the red thread, the peach stone, the kiss, the forgiveness. It came after you, it escaped you, it was invisible, it was everything.

Alice Hoffman

#92. No one asked your opinion O'Brien," the red-haired one snapped again.
"No one ever asks yours either, that doesn't seem to stop you from giving it," he countered.

C.E. Dimond

#93. Say "no" only when it really matters. Wear a bright red shirt with bright orange shorts? Sure. Put water in the toy tea set? Okay. Sleep with your head at the foot of the bed? Fine. Samuel Johnson said, "All severity that does not tend to increase good, or prevent evil, is idle.

Gretchen Rubin

#94. She is not a bulldog, only a woman pressed into the shape of a small jar, possibly attempting to dance in there. It shows in the way she places a seashell on a window sill, a red-painted chair in the corner: she is practiced in the art of creating a still life and taking up residence inside it.

Barbara Kingsolver

#95. They were headed back to Henrietta in the Pig, Gansey's furiously orange-red ancient Camaro. Gansey drove, because when it was the Camaro, he always drove. And the conversation was about Glendower, because when you were with Gansey, the conversation was almost always about Glendower.

Maggie Stiefvater

#96. And then he rushed off, like a knight in shining armor, leaving the party and one very unhappy Little Skanky Red Riding Hood behind.

J. Lynn

#97. I wake up and look at that bridge, try to count the red taillights I see heading east every morning, a kind of rosary as I pray for another crisis to dwarf the one defining us right now.

K.I. Hope

#98. While helping hundreds of thousands of refugees, Red Cross volunteers undoubtedly heard stories of Nazi brutality and rumors of mass gassings and they noted those rumors and kept an eye out for any evidence of them, but they saw nothing to indicate that the rumors were true.

David Duke

#99. The dumbest question I was ever asked by a sportswriter was whether I hit harder with red or white gloves. As a matter of fact, I hit harder with red.

Frank Crawford

#100. Jeff walked beside her, sheltering them both under a red and white golfing umbrella. She smiled unconvincingly as she approached Richard. 'Hi, Richy.' He nodded in reply, catching the scent

Emily Organ