Crimson Quotes

“Mine is a heart of carnelian, crimson as murder on a holy day.”
― Normandi Ellis, Awakening Osiris: A New Translation of the Egyptian Book of the Dead

“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

“We were amongst the rhododendrons. There was something bewildering, even shocking, about the suddenness of their discovery. The woods had not prepared me for them. They startled me with their crimson faces, massed one upon the other in incredible profusion, showing no leaf, no twig, nothing but the slaughterous red, luscious and fantastic, unlike any rhododendron plant I had seen before.”
― Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca

“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

“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

“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

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

“Let me take a little second to tell you as we see a prophecy that came true
You see we need to believe that He literally bled through
The clothes on His back His sweat the day was just like crimson rain
Crimson stains tide bounty and the devil can't wash these stains away
Who's He you ask, He's a friend of me
Cause my inability He was sent for me
I hear birds and trees they're all telling me
It's a good thing He won Gethsemane
Cause this enemy is too much for me
And this flesh and world is triple teaming me
It seems to be the very end I scream please oh please pass this cup from me!
The thing is it did pass
And it passes every day
He took my cup from me and gracefully He drank the grave
And I don't mean to speak of blasphemy when I say
But I am speaking of the day when my God passed away, Okay?
No wait wait wait no that's not it no that's not all
I don't wanna leave you hanging
This stories banging
Against my throat and against these walls
It can't be contained no it won't stay in here it will thrive
Cause stories just don't die when the dead come alive”
― Tyler Joseph

“We were amongst the rhododendrons. There was something bewildering, even shocking, about the suddenness of their discovery. The woods had not prepared me for them. They startled me with their crimson faces, massed one upon the other in incredible profusion, showing no leaf, no twig, nothing but the slaughterhouse red, luscious and fantastic, unlike any rhododendron plant I had seen before.”
― Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca

“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

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

“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

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

“I had never wondered where he slept, but now I half expected a dark cavern with a bloodied altar for a bed. Instead it was a crimson mirror of my room: red-and-black tapestries instead of pale wallpaper; red-and-gold damask bed curtains instead of lace; and supporting the canopy were not caryatids but eagles, cast from a slick black metal that glittered in the candlelight. All around the edges of the room burned row upon row of candles, casting golden light in every direction so that shadow barely existed.”
― Rosamund Hodge, Cruel Beauty

“Just because your moral compass is broken doesn't mean everyone here is unscrupulous.”
― Stephanie Garber, Caraval