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.

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

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.

And if these mountains had eyes, they would wake to find two strangers in their fences, standing in admiration as a breathing red pours its tinge upon earth's shore. These mountains, which have seen untold sunrises, long to thunder praise but stand reverent, silent so that man's weak praise should be given God's attention.

My patriotic heart beats red, white, and blue.

October's the month When the smallest breeze Gives us a shower Of autumn leaves. Bonfires and pumpkins, Leaves sailing down — October is red And golden and brown.