“She hadn't promised obedience—but she would give it to the right person. Scarlet” — Kit Rocha Copy Share Image
“Scarlet was in pain all night because she wouldn’t let me sleep with her.” — Chelsea Fine Copy Share Image
The love that loves a scarlet coat Should be more uniform. — Honorius Augustodunensis Copy Share Image
When I am dead, I hope it may be said: His sins were scarlet, but his books were read. — Hilaire Belloc Copy Share Image
“What did you bring me today? Delusional mutterings with a side of crazy?” — Marissa Meyer Copy Share Image
Along the avenue of cypresses, All in their scarlet cloaks and surplices Of linen, go the chanting choristers, The priests in gold… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
It is impossible to believe the emotional and spiritual intensity and pure, classic beauty that can be produced by a man, an… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
I often felt like I was walking around with this Scarlet Letter stitched to my chest from the way that people treated… — Toni Braxton Copy Share Image
Truly, Autumn is my season,” the scarlet beast chorted. “Spring and Summer and Winter all begin with such late letters! But Autumn… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
When April winds Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush Of scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, high up, Opened in airs… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
I still have in my memory, almost agonizing impressions of a serious illness which I had when I was about eight years… — Pierre Loti Copy Share Image
This is making me crazy. I hate relying on other people to save me, I hate being clingy, I hate it, and… — Jennifer Crusie Copy Share Image
“... the scarlet thread,the red clay from which we were made, runs in tiny streams through all our veins, reminding us of… — John Geddes Copy Share Image
She had wandered, without rule or guidance, into a moral wilderness... Her intellect and heart had their home, as it were, in… — Nathaniel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
“Scarlet had never wanted time to stop before, to slip into a crawl so slow that one heartbeat would take a year,… — Stephanie Garber Copy Share Image
If you live in Ohio and you don't wear scarlet and gray now, you're an oddball. And it used to be that… — Dave Foley Copy Share Image
Win walked over to me. He held out his palm. In the middle of it was a single black sequin from the… — Gabrielle Zevin Copy Share Image
I can still remember. I was ill, and I was seven, and my father didn't want me to just read children's books.… — Henning Mankell Copy Share Image
People call me an optimist, but I'm really an appreciator ... years ago, I was cured of a badly infected finger with… — Julian Simon Copy Share Image
As a means of variation from a normal type, sickness in childhood ought to have a certain value not to be classed… — Henry Adams Copy Share Image
I had a series of childhood illnesses... scarlet fever… pneumonia… Polio. I walked with braces until I was at least nine years… — Wilma Rudolph Copy Share Image
Then he crouches down behind it, motions for Tess and me to sit down, and begins unbuttoning his vest. I blush scarlet… — Marie Lu Copy Share Image
Before The World Was Made If I make the lashes dark and the eyes more bright and the lips more scarlet, or… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Do you think she is?" Her voice trembled. Her heart throbbed as she waited for him to answer. "You think they've killed… — Marissa Meyer Copy Share Image
“Liall realized that this was the first time he had really been alone with Scarlet. He stood up and held out his… — Kirby Crow Copy Share Image
“Some single trees, wholly bright scarlet, seen against others of their kind still freshly green, or against evergreens, are more memorable than… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
...A change fell upon all things. Strange brilliant flowers, star-shaped, burst out upon the trees where no flowers had been before. The… — Edgar Allan Poe Copy Share Image
“You'd think I wouldn't even have to say that, but seeing as you two were halfway to Babytown when I walked in… — Chelsea Fine Copy Share Image
It's Nathaniel Hawthorne Month in English. Poor Nathaniel. Does he know what they've done to him? We're reading The Scarlet Letter one… — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
