Quotations About / On:
Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown,
(Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882), U.S. poet, essayist. Each and All (l. 1). . .
New Oxford Book of American Verse, The. Richard Ellmann, ed. (1976) Oxford University Press.)
The red-letter days, now become, to all intents and purposes, dead-letter days.
(Charles Lamb (1775-1834), British essayist, critic. "Oxford in the Vacation," Essays of Elia (1820-1823).)
Some would find fault with the morning red, if they ever got up early enough.
(Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. Walden (1854), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 2, p. 358, Houghton Mifflin (1906).)
'Hopefully, before our sun becomes a red giant, we have done everything possible to smooth the pillow for our dying planet'
(Simone Inez Harriman)
i bleed black..no red of hope run in vein....so i pray for death to descend
On the breast of her gown, in fine red cloth, surrounded with an elaborate embroidery and fantastic flourishes of gold thread, appeared the letter A.
(Nathaniel Hawthorne (1804-1864), U.S. author. The Scarlet Letter, ch. 2 (1850).
Referring to the scarlet letter of Hester Prynne, standing for Adulteress.)
This is a red wine glass. Can I get my water in a water glass, please?
(Michael Tolkin, U.S. screenwriter, and Robert Altman. Griffin Mill (Tim Robbins), The Player, having ordered bottled water at a restaurant (1992).
Based on Tolkin's novel.)
... a legitimate revolution must be led by, made by those who have been most oppressed: black, brown, yellow, red, and white womenwith men relating to that the best they can.
(Robin Morgan (b. 1941), U.S. author, feminist, and child actor. Goodbye to All That (January 1970).)
What is man, when you come to think upon him, but a minutely set, ingenious machine for turning, with infinite artfulness, the red wine of Shiraz into urine?
(Isak Dinesen [Karen Blixen] (1885-1962), Danish author. Seven Gothic Tales, "The Dreamers," (1934).)
One encounters very capable fathers abashed by their piano-playing daughters. Three measures of Schumann make them red with embarrassment.
(Alfred Döblin (1878-1957), German-Jewish novelist, physician. Trans. by David Dollenmayer. "The Spirit of the Naturalistic Age," 1924, Works on Aesthetics, Poetics and Literature, ed. Erich Kleinschmidt (1989).)