Quotes about Red

My dream is a red dress Above my knees High-heel red sandals And me coming over the top The music booming Hi Howie I will say With a lovely smile I don't want to play the game I want to be it.

He would keep the rest where it belonged: in that tobacco tin buried in his chest where a red heart used to be.

Now for wrath, now for ruin and a red nightfall!

Some would find fault with the morning-red, if they ever got up early enough.

When I dyed my hair red, the first week was traumatic because my pillows, my shower, my towels, my clothes and everything was red.

Me, it's the heart: that's the part lacking. I used to want one: a dainty cushion of red silk dangling from a blood ribbon, fit for sticking pins in. But I've changed my mind. Hearts hurt. — Margaret Atwood, from "The Tin Woodwoman Gets a Massage ," Dearly: New Poems (Ecco, 2020)

He's got his cigarette going. He offers her one; this time she takes it. Brief match-flare insider their cupped hands. Red finger-ends. She thinks, Any more flame and we'd see the bones. It's like X-rays. We're just a kind of haze, just coloured water. Water does what it likes. It always goes downhill.

A virgin purest lipp'd, yet in the loreOf love deep learned to the red heart's core.

The sun had long set, but one blood-red gash like an open wound lay low in the distant west.

With a smile that glow'd Celestial rosy red, love's proper hue.

The friendly cow all red and white, I love with all my heart: She gives me cream with all her might; to eat with apple tart.

As it turned out, the canister was filled with a substance called red mercury—also known as cinnabar—that physically resembles uranium oxide although chemically it is quite different. Red mercury has been used in nuclear scams for more than twenty-five years.