Red and white Quote by Edith Wharton

“Her hair was the blackest I ever saw. Her eyes matched her hair. Her nose was not quite large enough, I admit. Her mouth…

— Lewis Carroll

“She could have been a figure in a Welsh fairy tale, a nymph who had formed from the mist off a lake. There was…

— Lisa Kleypas

“She hovered, her fine-boned face and slender form revealed in the low light of the fire. Her hair was the pale blond hue of…

— Tracy Anne Warren

“she bore so many of the signs and disfigurings of extreme old age that she was losing her resemblance to other human beings and…

— Susanna Clarke

“Her skin smelled like the twilight moon and her eyes looked primal, like a hungry animal. She was darkness – dangerous, beautiful darkness.”

— Melody Lee

“Her hair was the brightest living gold, and despite the poverty of her clothing, seemed to set a crown of distinction on her head.…

— Mary Shelley

“Her black eyes picked up a touch of green from her sweater, transforming them into the eerie night forest color of childhood terrors.”

— Darian North

“Her gaze travels back to the lie twisted in a tempest of mud and blood. She witnesses the culmination of her recklessness through a…

— Laura Kreitzer

“She had gleaming mahogany hair, cut into a sharp, sleek bob and eyes that were the colour of dark chocolate – huge doe eyes…

— Kathleen Tessaro

“her eyes were met with nothing more than trees; their leaves, a symphony of color: reds, oranges, and golds as nature pushed forward into…

— M.S. Willis

I watched her departure, as one watches a sunset. She went like a radiance through the dark wood, which was henceforth bright to me,…

— George MacDonald

The last time I saw her was red. The sky was like soup, boiling and stirring. In some places, it was burned. There were…

— Markus Zusak