Quotes About Red

We are cut, we are fallen. We are become part of that unfeeling universe that sleeps when we are at our quickest and burns red when we lie asleep.

I suppose the pain of parting will be red and loud.

Being a murderer with a sensational but incomplete and unorthodox memory, I cannot tell you, ladies and gentlemen, the exact day which I first knew with certainty that the red convertible was following us.

Lighted advertisements went running up dark red facades and dissipating again. He would pass girls; he would turn to look; but the prettier the face, the harder it was to take the plunge.

Tell all my mourners To mourn in red- Cause there ain't no sense In my bein' dead.

Santa Claus has already been here and everything. Want to see what he brought for you?" "Is it a big present?" "Very big." "With a big red bow on it?

All I knew was that there was a wine called Chianti, which came in bottles with little baskets,

Nor can I pass over the Sardinian gnocchetti in its red meat sauce; someone's grandmother spent all day on those,

It's twilight in the vineyard, and the red night rises from a troubled woman's glass of wine.

I was the one with the open wound, and the river waters turned red when I bathed in them. My sadness is greater than the heavens.

Red had a stepson named Allen Dorfman. Jimmy put Red and Allen in charge of union insurance policies, and then he put Allen as the man to see for a pension fund loan. Allen was a war hero in the Pacific. He was one tough Jew, a Marine. He was stand-up, too. Allen and Red took the Fifth a grand total of 135 times during one of those Congressional hearings they used to have.

The wolf rolls out red carpet, Remnants of Red Riding Hood. (Le loup déroule le tapis rouge, Ce qui reste du Chaperon Rouge)

The great grindstone, Earth, had turned when Mr. Lorry looked out again, and the sun was red on the courtyard. But, the lesser grindstone stood alone there in the calm morning air, with red upon it that the sun had never give, and would never take away.

There never was a man with such a face as yours, unless it was your father, and I suppose he is singeing his grizzled red beard by this time, unless you came straight from the old un without any father at all betwixt you; which I shouldn't wonder at, a bit.

the lesser grindstone stood alone there in the calm morning air, with a red upon it that the sun had never given, and would never take away.

The time was to come, when that wine too would be spilled on the street-stones, and when the stain of it would be red upon many there.

Toby's nose was very red, and his eye-lids were very red, and he winked very much, and his shoulders were very near his ears and his legs were very stiff, and altogether he was evidently a long way upon the frosty of cool.

Colonel Bulder, in full military uniform, on horseback, galloping first to one place and then to another, and backing his horse among the people, and prancing, and curvetting, and shouting in a most alarming manner, and making himself very hoarse in the voice, and very red in the face, without any assignable cause or reason whatever.

The great grindstone, Earth, had turned when Mr. Lorry looked out again, and the sun was red on the court-yard. But, the lesser grindstone stood alone there in the calm morning air, with a red upon it that the sun had never given, and would never take away.

Mr. Stryver, a man of little more than thirty, but looking twenty years older than he was, stout, loud, red, bluff, and free from any drawback of delicacy, had a pushing way of shouldering himself (morally and physically) into companies and conversations, that argued well for his shouldering his way up in life.

O lady-bird, O lady-bird, With your red coat spotted black! And your flutterings of gauzy wings, Bringing the summer back! And a better hope to me Of a summer I shall see In this heart, with all your beauty stirr'd, O lady-bird, my lady-bird!

Ladybugs all dressed in red Strolling through the flower bed. If I were tiny just like you I'd creep among the flowers too!

...and as I removed the leaves, I saw a most wonderful congregation of these little Ladybugs — the ground was literally red with them for quite a distance around...

The ladybug's a beetle. It's shaped like a pea. Its color is a bright red With lots of spots to see. Although the name is ladybug Some ladybugs are men. So why don't we say "gentleman bug" Every now and then?