Quotes About Scarlet

The love that loves a scarlet coat Should be more uniform.

It's a shadowy world, skies are slippery grey. A woman just gave birth to a prince today and dressed him in scarlet. He'll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat, take the motherless children off the street and place them at the feet of a harlot.

I am I, I am he. We are, but I am I, first I am I, I will defend being I until I am unable to fight any longer. I am I, Atalia. Ego. Yo. A professional degree, an Argentine, a scarlet fingernail, pretty sometimes, big dark eyes, I. Atalia Donosi, I. Yo. Yo-yo, windlass and hawser. Funny.

The moon, a sweeping scimitar, dipped in the stormy straits, The dawn, a crimson cataract, burst through the eastern gates, The cliffs were robed in scarlet, the sands were cinnabar, Where first two men spread wings for flight and dared the hawk afar.

Love was a fever that came along a few years after chicken-pox and measles and scarlet fever.

He took off the shredded remnants of his pants. "You look funny without your pants." Richard spun around. Scarlet was watching him. "Those are not reassuring words for a man to hear from a female, even if the female is a dragon.

No things could seem further apart than the doubt of grey and the decision of scarlet. Yet grey and red can mingle, as they do in the morning clouds...

Why are the cute ones always such sociopaths?" "Win doesn't seem like so much of a sociopath," I replied without thinking. "Oh, really? So, you think he's cute, do you? At least you're admitting it now." I shook my head. Scarlet was incorrigible. "Admitting it is the first step, Annie.

Your extracurricular activities are definitely somewhat lackluster, Annie." "What? Being the daughter of a celebrated criminal doesn't count as an extracurricular activity?" "No," Scarlet said. "A case could be made for poisoning your ex-boyfriend however.

Maybe I'll even become a nun and swear off boys forever." Scarlet turned to study me. "No. Your face wouldn't be good in a habit.

Strange bits of scarlet dreams drifted back to her. Thrilling sensations aroused by the most indecent liberties, and dear me , she thought with a flutter in the pit of her belly, the gorgeous firelit image of a naked man like a demigod coming towards her.

the sun shone into her mouth as into a tulip, and lent it a similar scarlet fire.

Dazzled by brass and scarlet - O, Bathsheba - this is a woman's folly indeed!

The wolf heads were aligned in a row, composed of jet-black paint bordered by pure white lines. Yet beneath the paint, delicate accents had been chiseled directly into the bricks. Teeth. Whiskers. The ghostly outlines of ears and snouts. Though roughly gouged, the engraved details gave the depictions a certain raw artistic appeal. A wraithlike flair. Excepting the eyes. Those were messy blobs of a brilliant scarlet. No lids. No pupils. Harsh. Unblinking.

In war time women turn to red swivel-up scarlet and carmine not in solidarity with spilt blood but as a badge of beating hearts.

It was the scarlet letter in another form: the scarlet letter endowed with life. The mother herself - as if the red ignominy were so deeply scorched into her brain that all her conceptions assumed its form - had carefully wrought out the similitude, lavishing many hours of morbid ingenuity to create an analogy between the object of her affection and the emblem of her guilt and torture.

What little bird of scarlet plumage may this be?...' 'I am Mother's child,' answered the scarlet vision, 'and my name is Pearl!

Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end.

Lawrence, clad in a roll-top pullover of the type usually worn by fishermen (several sizes too large for him), was standing by the window sneezing wetly and regularly into a large scarlet handkerchief.

For Poetry is the wisdom of the blood,That scarlet tree within, which has the powerTo make dull words bud forth and burst in flower.

She looked, and a scarlet butterfly flew away from her, away down the length of the tower, and then another, another, an unraveling scarf of butterflies like winged blood.

Moreover, the Cardinal de Bourbon was a handsome man,—he wore a fine scarlet robe, which he carried off very well,—that is to say, he had all the women on his side, and, consequently, the best half of the audience. Assuredly, it would be injustice and bad taste to hoot a cardinal for having come late to the spectacle, when he is a handsome man, and when he wears his scarlet robe well.

Further and further afield he travelled. Taking ship, he sailed to a hot and passionate country where gypsy women dressed in scarlet, and their dark skin sweated as they danced tarantellas under a tambourine moon.

Good morning, Lord Vickery, she [Lady Elizabeth Scarlet] said. "The early fortune hunter catches the heiress, eh?