Quote by Victor Hugo Download Open image ““Red, for the blood of angry men, black, for the night that will finally end.”” — Victor Hugo ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.4 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“When you kill as many people as he has the only color that matters is red.” — E.Y. Laster Copy Share Image
“Red had a deep loathing of the night before them. He had been through so much combat, had felt so many kinds of terror,… — Norman Mailer Copy Share Image
“Red my memory, red my despair. Red my nights, red my bloody pain. What would I become without you, colour of my entrails?” — Anne de Gandt Copy Share Image
“Red: When we think of red we picture love. But it is so much more than just a colour. It's in all of us.… — jwm Copy Share Image
“All blood runs red.” — Phrase painted on the side of the plane flown by Eugene Bullard in World War I the first black comba Copy Share Image
“Fresh blood at midnight isn't red. It's a purplish black that easily blends into the shadows.” — Karen Chance Copy Share Image
“But he's got your way of making me lean into peace whenever I see red.” — Adele Griffin Copy Share Image
“Red for the blood of Christ, green for his everlasting love, blue for heaven above, and old for the King of Kings.” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“There is still a certain grace in a dead festival. It has been happy.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
He caught her, she fell, he caught her in his arms, he held her tightly unconscious of what he was doing. He held her… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“First I loved women, then animals, and now I love stones. They're just as amusing as women and animals and they're much less trecherous.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Nature is pitiless; she never withdraws her flowers, her music, her fragrance, and her sunlight from before human cruelty or suffering. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Have courage for the great sorrows of life, and patience for the small ones. And when you have finished your daily task, go to… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The peasants of the Asturias believe that in every litter of wolves there is one pup that is killed by the mother for fear… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
Great blunders are often made, like large ropes, of a multitude of fibres. — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“For love is like a tree; it grows of itself; it send its roots deep into our being, and often continues to grow green… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Blacheville smiles with the self-satisfied smugness of a man whose vanity is tickled” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Loving in ignorance, she loved with all the more passion. She did not know whether it was good or evil, beneficent or dangerous, necessary… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
