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Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air.
Sylvia Plath— 1962 'Lady Lazarus', published posthumously byTed Hughes (Ariel,1965).
My own room is next the bath room said Bernard it is decerated dark red as I have somber tastes. The bath room has got a tip up bason and a hose thing for washing your head.
daisy ashford— Chapter 2 (The Young Visiters (1919))
Child of mortality, whence comest thou? Why is thy countenance sad, and why are thine eyes red with weeping?
anna letitia barbauld— Hymns in Prose for Children, Hymn 10 (1781).
The red sun was pasted in the sky like a wafer.
Stephen Crane— Ch. 9 (The Red Badge of Courage (1895))
When I don't have red, I use blue.
pablo picasso— Pablo Picasso (1953); Quoted in: Kilkenny (2004) Doomsday Marauders, p. 83
This is a Tale about a tail — a tail that belonged to a little red squirrel, and his name was Nutkin.
beatrix potter— The Tale of Squirrel Nutkin (1903)
I am always humbled by the infinite ingenuity of the lord, who can make a red barn cast a blue shadow.
e. b. white— A Winter Diary: January, 1941
One knew, of course, that it was not the red cape any more than it was the boots, the tights, the trunks, or the trademark “S” that gave Superman the ability to fly. That ability derived from the effects of the rays of our yellow sun on Superman’s alien anatomy, which had evolved under the red sun of Krypton. And yet you had only to tie a towel around your shoulders to feel the strange vibratory pulse of flight stirring in the red sun of your heart.
michael chabon— Secret Skin (March 10, 2008)
Sweet April - time O cruel April-time! Year after year returning, with a brow Of promise , and red lips with longing paled, And backward-hidden hands that clutch the joys Of vanished springs, like flowers .
dinah maria mulock— "April", in Poems (1859).
He'll carry me off, I know that he will, For his hair is exceedingly red; And the only thing that occurs to me Is to dutifully shiver in bed.
nathalia crane— "The Janitor's Boy"
She picks up the baby and contemplates the Bonsai-bush, and, as we watch, in the growing half-dark, the Bonsai-bush flowers. On the black-and-white film, the thousands of flower-petals blush a deep red.
Peter Greenaway— Conclusion of the published script.
This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold And in the icy silence of the tomb, So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights That thou wouldst wish thine own heart dry of blood So in my veins red life might stream again, And thou be conscience-calm'd see here it is I hold it towards you.
john keats— "This living hand" (1819).
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.
Robert Louis Stevenson— Robert Louis Stevenson A Child's Garden of Verses (1885), The Cow.
Know you why the robin's breast Gleameth of a dusky red Like the lustre mid the stars Of the potent planet Mars?
— Paul Hamilton Hayne, "Why the Robin's Breast Is Red" in Poems of Paul Hamilton Hayne (1882), p. 370.
There is no light in earth or heaven but the cold light of stars; and the first watch of night is given to the red planet Mars.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Light of Stars, Stanza 2.
Dogs do speak, but only to those who know how to listen.
Orhan Pamuk— My Name is Red, Chapter 3: "I Am a Dog" (1998, p. 12)
Surgery is the red flower that blooms among the leaves and thorns that are the rest of medicine.
Richard seltzer— Richard Seltzer, American physician, Letters to a Young Doctor (1982)
And he sang: "Hurra for my handiwork!" And the red sparks lit the air; Not alone for the blade was the bright steel made; And he fashioned the first ploughshare.
charles mackay— Charles Mackay, Tubal Cain, Stanza 4.
O ye dead Poets, who are living still Immortal in your verse, though life be fled, And ye, O living Poets, who are dead Though ye are living, if neglect can kill, Tell me if in the darkest hours of ill, With drops of anguish falling fast and red From the sharp crown of thorns upon your head, Ye were not glad your errand to fulfill?
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, The Poets
Scared the lights'll turn green You'll have to be seen You'll be like anybody else Scared the lights'll turn red You're stuck in your head You can't run it to even her How you gonna get through the year?
Liz phair— Liz Phair, "Red Light Fever", from Liz Phair (2003)
I sometimes think that never blows so red The Rose as where some buried Csesar bled; That every Hyacinth the Garden wears Dropt in her Lap from some once lovely Head.
omar khayyám— Omar Khayyam, Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam (1120), Stanza 19. FitzGerald's translation.
Roses red and violets blew, And all the sweetest flowres that in the forrest grew.
Edmund Spenser— Edmund Spenser, The Faerie Queene (1589-96), Book HI, Canto VI, Stanza 6.
’T is beauty truly blent, whose red and white Nature’s own sweet and cunning hand laid on: Lady, you are the cruell’st she alive If you will lead these graces to the grave, And leave the world no copy.
william shakespeare— Viola, scene v
The fans come to the cathedral of Old Trafford to worship their red-and-white gods.
Ben Westwood— "Manchester: The Theatre of Dreams," Telegraph.co.uk (2002-09-04)
I caught an illness much more serious than scarlet fever or measles what I call the red-and-gold disease: theatre-itis
jean cocteau— Cocteau, Francis Steegmuller
As long as I am mayor of this city the great industries are secure. We hear about constitutional rights, free speech and the free press. Every time I hear these words I say to myself, "That man is a red, that man is a Communist." You never hear a real American talk like that.
frank hague— Speech to the Jersey City Chamber of Commerce (12 January 1938), as quoted in The Last Three Miles : Politics, Murder, and the Construction of America's First Superhighway (2007) by Steven Hart, p. 137
Is there not some chosen curse, Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven, red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man Who owes his greatness to his country's ruin?
joseph addison— Act I, scene i.
He's a monumental figure, a novelist. I remember him best for From Here to Eternity and The Thin red Line among the best war literature of Americans. Probably for this reason: I think it is one of the few war books written by somebody who was there, in the military and in combat . 'Most of our other war books are not.
james jones— Joseph Heller
"Moderates" behind whom red Fascism spreads.
keith joseph— Keith Joseph on the Ministers on the right of the Labour Party (Shirley Williams, Dennis Howell and Fredrick Mulley) who went on the Grunwick picket line (Conservative Monthly News, August 1977).
It was the cooling hour, just when the rounded red sun sinks down behind the azure hill, Which then seems as if the whole earth is bounded, Circling all nature, hush'd, and dim, and still, With the far mountain-crescent half surrounded On one side, and the deep sea calm and chill Upon the other, and the rosy sky With one star sparkling through it like an eye.
lord byron— Lord Byron, Don Juan (1818-24), Canto II, Stanza 183.
