Best 587 quotes in «red quotes» category

There are lots of people who are red-carpet types, but that's not me.

There are happy blues, sad blues, lonesome blues, red-hot blues, mad blues, and loving blues. Blues is a testimony to the fullness of life.

The reason why the stone is red is its iron content, which is also why our blood is red.

The red and white and starry blue Is freedom's shield and hope.

The Red Army...   swept the native population clean in a manner that has no parallel since the days of the Asiatic hordes.

The red carpet is kind of a surreal experience. There's nothing normal about it, so for me the most important thing is to maintain some normality right until the point you get out of the car.

The red carpet is really the only thing that makes me nervous.

The red carpet stuff is brilliant because it's so fun. In terms of exposure, I think it's something that you can never get used to because you don't know what you're being exposed to at all times. You just don't know what to expect.

The Red Army is like a furnace in which all captured soldiers are melted down and transformed the moment they come over.

The red I wear is Indiana's red, not Moscow's red. Indiana was here long before communism.

The red kind of symbolizes a lot of things I do in Africa, along with a lot of the work, like the red laces. Everybody that buys a pair can pretty much save a life in Africa.

The red directors were one of the main political forces. Another force was the former Soviet ministers who lost everything because of the transformation of the Soviet Union to Russia.

The Red Sox are the local scapegoats. It's hard enough to play baseball without being the local scapegoat too.

The red carpet is not something I really know how to work. It intimidates me. I feel very tiny.

The red-carpet spotlight is a little bit more nerve-racking when you haven't been doing it all the time.

The Red Comyns had always done well behind the throne. The king was but an instrument, as his father used to say. They were the musicians.

The Red Sox didn't handle negotiations with any kind of respect for me and my family, and the Rangers were the total opposite.

The red-letter days, now become, to all intents and purposes, dead-letter days.

The red washing down the bathtub can’t change the color of the sea at all.

The red carpet we roll out come sizzling medium rare.

The red Sahara in an angry glow, / With amber fogs, across its hollows trailed / Long strings of camels, gloomy-eyed and slow.

The regulatory systems in place disincentive innovation. It's intense to fight the red tape.

There is a shade of red for every woman.

There is no democrats or republicans, right or left, red state or blue state. We are all one. And we are all unified against Mexicans.

There is a place where time stands still ...illuminated by only the most feeble red light, for light is diminished to almost nothing at the center of time, its vibrations slowed to echoes in vast canyons, its intensity reduced to the faint glow of fireflies.

There is certainly a red for everyone.

There's no comparison to me. There's nothing like Yankees- Red Sox to me.

There is no red tapism in my state, only red carpet.

There isn't anything I don't eat, although I'm not too keen on creepy crawly things. Other than that, I'm quite adventurous. I like all types of red meat, and I'm not a fussy eater at all.

There's a time for casting silver; a time for casting cannon. If that isn't in the red, it should be!

There's nothing worse than seeing someone chewing gum on the red carpet!

There's the fatigue that you have to forget about, because the red curtain still has to rise.

The thing about living in Los Angeles and doing a lot of movies is that you get to go to a lot of premieres, and, regardless of whether or not you're a celebrity, you still get to walk down the red carpet and then have everyone sort of screaming your name. The pictures never get printed anywhere, but they are nonetheless taking your picture.

The sooner we rein in the red tape factory in Washington, D.C., the sooner small businesses can get back to creating jobs and helping more Americans find an honest day's work.

The Revolution has grown cold; all its principles are weakened; there remains only red caps worn by intriguers. The exercise of terror has made crime blasé, as strong liquors made the palace blasé.

The same rightists who decades ago were shouting, 'Better dead than red!' are now often heard mumbling, 'Better red than eating hamburgers.

The United Nations is nothing but a trap-door to the Red World's immense concentration camp. We pretty much control the U.N.

The truth doesn't set you free, you know. It makes you feel awkward and embarrassed and defenseless and red in the face and horrified and petrified and vulnerable.

The tulips are too red...they hurt me.

The waves Of the mysterious death-river moaned; The tramp, the shout, the fearful thunder-roar Of red-breathed cannon, and the wailing cry Of myriad victims, filled the air.

The wine glasses are empty except for that one undrinkable red spot at the bottom.

The winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows.

They claim red meat is bad for you. But I never saw a sick-looking tiger.

The word itself has another color. It’s not a word with any resonance, although the e was once pronounced. There is only the bump now between b and l, the relief at the end, the whew. It hasn’t the sly turn which crimson takes halfway through, yellow’s deceptive jelly, or the rolled-down sound in brown. It hasn’t violet’s rapid sexual shudder or like a rough road the irregularity of ultramarine, the low puddle in mauve like a pancake covered in cream, the disapproving purse to pink, the assertive brevity of red, the whine of green.

They dashed on towards that thin red line tipped with steel.

Violet has the shortest wavelength of the spectrum. Behind it, the invisible ultraviolet. Roses are Red, Violets are Blue. Poor violet, violated for a rhyme.

They say no one knows if we all see red the same way. Except traffic cops.

Tsornin's nostrils showed red, but his ears were as alert as ever, and occasionally he would rub his nose gently against the nape of her neck, just in case she was momentarily not thinking about him.

Until I was a teenager, I used red pokeberries for lipstick and a burnt matchstick for eyeliner. I used honeysuckle for perfume.

This jersey that we're wearing today doesn't say Red Sox. It says Boston.