“She sighed. “I wish I had their faith. Crimson is a Lannister color.” “That thing’s not crimson,” Ser Brynden said. “Nor Tully… — George R.R. Martin Copy Share Image
The privilege of wearing Crimson A comes with an expectation. Not just from your brothers on the field, but an expectation from… — Minkah Fitzpatrick Copy Share Image
The Sick Rose O Rose, thou art sick. The invisible worm That flies in the night In the howling storm Has found… — William Blake Copy Share Image
Fabulous" Jack said, reaching down and plucking a crimson flower. A small scream sounded from it as he severed the stem. He… — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
Then I place the blade next to the skine on my palm. A tingle arced across my scalp. The flood tipped up… — Patricia McCormick Copy Share Image
Cookbooks, it should be stressed, do not belong in the kitchen at all. We keep them there for the sake of appearances;… — Anthony Lane Copy Share Image
EPITAPH Now I'm not the brightest knife in the drawer, but I know a couple things about this life: poverty silence, impermanence… — Franz Wright Copy Share Image
Confined to common life thy numbers flow, And neither soar too high nor sink too low; There strength and ease in graceful… — Aulus Persius Flaccus Copy Share Image
Mr. Jamrach led me through the lobby and into the menagerie. The first was a parrot room, a fearsome screaming place of… — Carol Birch Copy Share Image
Oh the Broom, the yellow Broom, The ancient poet sung it, And dear it is on summer days To lie at rest… — Mary Howitt Copy Share Image
So if big enough droplets fell far enough fast enough, someone floating right near the metallic hydrogen layer inside Jupiter maybe, just… — Sam Kean Copy Share Image
Looking about I see no cherry blossoms And no crimson leaves A straw-thatched hut by a bay In the autumn dusk. — Fujiwara no Teika Copy Share Image
Now that I have opened that bottle of memories they're pouring out like wine, crimson and bittersweet. — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Let Him easter in us, be a dayspring to the dimness of us, be a crimson-cresseted east. — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
“The land is thirsty. People are thirsty. But only blood will bring back the rain.” — Kelan Gerriety Copy Share Image
“Tonight the sky is the color of my heart, bleeding crimson for my love” — Paige Aufhammer Copy Share Image
The rise of King Crimson was so fast that, to me, it felt as if it was going out of control. And… — Michael Giles Copy Share Image
Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson, Yet our full-leaved willows are in the freshest green. Such a kindly… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
Crimson flames tied through my ears rolling high and mighty traps, pounced with fire on flaming roads using ideas as my maps. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
In my early performing days, I played gigs under the pseudonym Whitey McFearsun. I painted my face blue, wore crimson lipstick, and… — Shawn Amos Copy Share Image
Emerson, Lake & Palmer or King Crimson or Gentle Giant - the worst prog rock references I can come up with. Though… — Duncan Sheik Copy Share Image
Men look to the East for the dawning things, for the light of a raising sun But they look to the West,… — Douglas Malloch Copy Share Image
So many nurses had turned into emotionally disturbed handmaidens of the war, in their yellow-and-crimson uniforms with bone buttons. — Michael Ondaatje Copy Share Image
“ A Touch of Crimson will rock readers with a stunning new world, a hot-blooded hero, and a strong, kick-ass heroine. This… — Larissa Ione Copy Share Image
The shadow had followed behind them, clinging to their steps; and the two children little suspected its presence when they at last… — Gaston Leroux Copy Share Image
In the earlier novels, Steve King tells us that John Farson, and perhaps even the Crimson King himself, are but other names… — Robin Furth Copy Share Image
I see the spectacle of morning from the hilltop over against my house, from daybreak to sunrise, with emotions which an angel… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
I told you once before,” I said, the words husky from remembrance. “Everyone holds their sins close to their skin.” Fangs gleamed… — Jeaniene Frost Copy Share Image
I see America, not in the setting sun of a black night of despair ahead of us, I see America in the… — Carl Sandburg Copy Share Image
And to lose the chance to see frigatebirds soaring in circles above the storm, or a file of pelicans winging their way… — Theodore Roosevelt Copy Share Image
Without danger I cannot be great. That is how I pay for Abel's blood. Danger and fear follow my steps everywhere. Without… — George Bernard Shaw Copy Share Image
The planet Mars -- crimson and bright, filling our telescopes with vague intimations of almost-familiar landforms -- has long formed a celestial… — David Grinspoon Copy Share Image
The average man votes below himself; he votes with half a mind or a hundredth part of one. A man ought to… — Gilbert K. Chesterton Copy Share Image
“His room was a sickly dual-tone of crimson and charcoal, like an Untitled Rothko, the colours bleeding into each other horribly and… — Moonshine Noire Copy Share Image
And somewhere in that crimson-colored never-never land where i pirouetted madly, in a wild and crazy effort to exhaust myself into insensibility,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
An Islamic writer recalls her joy in the clothes she wore as a young girl at a wedding: They were always in… — Shelina Zahra Janmohamed Copy Share Image
The sun is a huntress young, The sun is a red, red joy, The sun is an Indian girl, Of the tribe… — Vachel Lindsay Copy Share Image
Bastian had climbed a dune of purplish-red sand and all around him he saw nothing but hill after hill of every imaginable… — Michael Ende Copy Share Image
