Crimson Quotes

Quotes tagged as "crimson" (showing 1-10 of 10)
Normandi Ellis
“Mine is a heart of carnelian, crimson as murder on a holy day.”
Normandi Ellis, Awakening Osiris: The Egyptian Book of the Dead

Trisha Baker
“As my good friend Will Shakespeare put it, the course of true love never did run smooth. You need not fear me, darling. I shall never again lift a hand to harm you. That would not bring me what I most desire, your love. Be forewarned, little one, that your life without me shall be a lonely one.


Farewell for now, sweet child.

All my love,

Lord Simon Baldevar, Earl of Lecarrow.”
Trisha Baker

Erin Morgenstern
“Tsukiko sits on the floor in the center of the room, wearing a red kimono. A beating crimson heart in the pale chamber.”
Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus

Munia Khan
“Wind and breeze are separated today
Crimson twilight denies to fade away
Grass blades turn brown to match the soil
We pretend to smile at every turmoil”
Munia Khan

“Her nightgown lay upon the snow as it might on a bed sheet, and the tracks that led from where it lay were never of human feet... An empty bed still waits for him as he lies in a crimson tide. Beware, beware, oh trapper men, beware of a griesly bride.”
John Manifold

Kelan Gerriety
“The land is thirsty. People are thirsty. But only blood will bring back the rain.”
Kelan Gerriety, Crimson Skies

Moonshine Noire
“His room was a sickly dual-tone of crimson and charcoal, like an Untitled Rothko, the colours bleeding into each other horribly and then rather serenely. The overall effect was overwhelmingly unapologetic but it grew on you like a wart on your nose you didn't realise it was a part of your identity until one day it simply was. His room was his identity. Fiercely bold, avant-garde but never monotonous. He was red, he was black, he was bored, and he was fire. At least to me he seemed like fire. A tornado of fire that burned all in its wake leaving only the wretched brightness of annihilation. His room was where he charmed and disarmed us. We were his playthings. Nobody plays with fire and leaves unscarred. The fire soon seeps into chard and soot. The colours of his soul, his aura, and probably his heart if he didn't stop smoking.”
Moonshine Noire

Kelan Gerriety
“The sky is stained red with the blood of a thousand dying sacrifices.”
Kelan Gerriety, Crimson Skies

Dawn Bonney
“As she felt his fangs against her neck, she was in another world.

There was screaming. A woman was somewhere in agony. Everything was black, and the tormented scream was overwhelming, echoing through the emptiness. After the screaming subsided, there was panting, loud and steady, and it wasn’t as dark anymore. There was a room visible now, in a reddish light. A pale man with black hair hovered over a woman dressed in white. She lay on a bed, looking disheveled and sweaty. Her brown-black hair clung to her wet forehead and shoulders. She was covered in blood. The man sat next to her, and held her close to him. He stroked her hair as her chest heaved desperately.
“I love you, my dearest Katerina,” he said, cradling her in his strong arms. “Soon, we’ll be together forever.” Everything faded to black once more, and the woman stopped breathing. All was silent and still.”
Dawn Bonney-Heath, Crimson

Amber R. Duell
“The world stopped in a spray of crimson.”
Amber R. Duell, Dream Keeper