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Quotes About Red

I've been told by a couple of knowledgeable elders that you should not wear red at a funeral, or for a year after someone close to you dies. Red is the fire, the doorway to the spirit world. Who knows how long until they are done walking. When the dead see flashes of red as they pass on their journey, they are confused. They think a door is opening and it distracts them from their task, which is to reach a place where we are nothing to them.
~ Louise Erdrich
She didn't use any makeup but lipstick, a bright carmine red that emphasized everything she said.
~ Louise Erdrich
Now the red eyes and the light above seemed to bore into Charles, and again the pupils fo the little boy's eyes contracted. When the final point of black was lost in blue he turned away from the red eyes, looked at Meg, and smiled sweetly, but the smile was not Charles Wallaces smile.
~ Madeleine L'Engle
Out of the red and silver and the long cry of alarm to the poet who survives in all human beings, as the child survives in him; to this poet she threw an unexpected ladder in the middle of the city and ordained, 'Climb!
~ Anais Nin
I pointed to my left toe shoe, where I'd written (in red ink, with the calligraphy pen that no longer cursed me), 'For Becca, with love from Princess Aurora.
~ Ann M. Martin
for air, Jonah has a red ball stuck in his hair.
~ Sarah Mlynowski
Here in the city she had gilded her nails. They shone. And she had put on a velvet dress, this soft red one, which was heavy. The buttons were in the form of seashells.
~ Saul Bellow
Although it was cold out, he opened the window slightly because the room smelled of sleep. The action dislodged something red and black from the frame
~ John Connolly
Alrededor todo era rojo, como el escenario de una terrible tragedia de venganza donde la sangre se convierte en eco de la sangre
~ John Connolly
Meerlust Rubicon from South Africa, a suitably wintry red.
~ John Connolly
The color of the ground was in him, the red earth,The smack and tang of elemental things.
~ Edwin Markham
Whether we wound or are wounded, the blood that flows is red.
~ Eiichiro Oda
As a matter of fact I'd had my hair dyed a marvelous shade of pale red so popular with Parisian tarts that season.
~ Elaine Dundy
The sky looked like a loaf of glowing grayish laundry that someone had washed with a red shirt.
~ Elif Batuman
Japanese players have good football qualities and Urawa Red Diamonds is one of the greatest Japanese teams.
~ Hulk
The very first car I ever got was a 1981 Volkswagen Rabbit GTI. It was a bright red hatchback.
~ Yannick Bisson
I remember my first ever gig in town, I was very nervous. I had a big red shiny face. But that all disappeared after 30 seconds and I settled down and got a great lift from that.
~ Ardal O'Hanlon
thick, red-and-white-striped scarf wound around his neck like a Seussian python.
~ G.M. Ford
I saw the Count lying within the box upon the earth, some of which the rude falling from the cart had scattered over him. He was deathly pale, just like a waxen image, and the red eyes glared with the horrible vindictive look which I knew so well.
~ Bram Stoker
And so we remained till the red of the dawn began to fall through the snow gloom. I was desolate and afraid, and full of woe and terror. But when that beautiful sun began to climb the horizon life was to me again.
~ Bram Stoker
My state was blue through and through. The reason why my state went red is because my state is a hard labor state, and the Democratic party pulled pitch and ran away from this place and left our people to fend for themselves with nothing.
~ Richard Ojeda
Colours change: in the morning light, red shines out bright and clear and the blues merge into their surroundings, melting into the greens; but by the evening the reds loose their piquancy, embracing a quieter tone and shifting toward the blues in the rainbow. Yellow flowers remain bright, and white ones become luminous, shining like ghostly figures against a darkening green background.
~ Rosemary Verey
The brown numbered doors [in the flophouse hallway] stood like upended coffins on each side, bathed in the static red flames of the fire-exit bulbs that dotted the ceiling at intervals.
~ Ross MacDonald
Sheriff Ostervelt snapped his black case shut and tucked it under his hamlike arm. He went to Mildred, walking like a bear on its hind legs, and laid a large red paw on her shoulder. "Coming along with me, little girl?" She shrank at his touch. "I'll ride with Mr. Archer. He brought me here.
~ Ross MacDonald