Red Colour Quotes

“The planet’s famous red colour is from iron oxide coating everything. So it’s not just a desert. It’s a desert so old it’s literally rusting.”
― Andy Weir, The Martian

“If you don’t like speaking much, wear red clothes; they will speak on behalf of you!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Let the colours of your ideas are red so that all can easily notice them! And what is red? Red is scream, red is power, red is assertion!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Wear red and just be silent, don’t even whisper by yourself; you will see that you will be heard easily because red always speaks on behalf of you! By wearing red, you give your tongue and voice to red colour!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“And I almost forgot, my father wants this added to the dessert course. He said to use the pits, too.
For all her jokes about pills and pigs, there was nothing pharmaceutical in the wrinkled, thumb-sized dates Aida gave me. I bit into one. As I didn't collapse, or foam at the mouth, I blitzed both fruit and pit into a powder that I folded through batter, the surface glossing rusty, red.”
― C Pam Zhang, Land of Milk and Honey

“If the world is yellow, then don't talk with your yellow ideas, but talk with your red ideas, talk with your blue ideas, talk with your black ideas, or nobody will notice you!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“The wedge of cake, sheathed in its tight plastic wrap, beckoned. I sat down and gave thanks for women like Beth Anne, who practiced the endangered art of baking (one day "baked from scratch" may sound as archaic and faraway as "alchemy"). I ate the cream cheese frosting first, and then as I tucked into the garnet sponge of the cake, DWH asked me whether Baby Harper had sent me the photographs. I concentrated on the moist crumb of the cake. I thought about how its flavors- butter, cocoa, and vanilla- had no relationship to its flamboyant color. Red was a decoy, a red herring, and with each bite there was a disconnect between expectation and reality. That was the main source of the cake's charm.”
― Monique Truong, Bitter in the Mouth

“It is a field as big as a football stadium carpeted every inch with bright-red poppies. The red is like the kind of color that you see only in oversaturated photos, the kind that doesn't seem to truly exist in real life. Thousands and thousands of poppies stretch out in front of us, one right after the other, as though if you squinted, it would look like a giant red blanket had been laid on top of thousands of gangly green weeds. Dense olive trees line the edges of the field, and behind them, sloping green hills take over the skyline against a cloudless blue sky.
I bend down and pick up a poppy, its inky-black center surrounded by delicate red petals clustered and fanning out. It is all so dreamy.”
― Ali Rosen, Recipe for Second Chances

“Stella stood at the queue outside the butcher's shop and tried to pin a name to all the shades of red. Carmine, cadmium, Venetian red, she thought, vermillion, rose madder, magenta.”
― Caroline Scott, Good Taste