Crimson Quote by Vladimir Nabokov Download Open image “Her lips were like large crimson polyps.” — Vladimir Nabokov ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.7 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Crimson Lips
Her lips were like the soft beauty of a delicately designed silken scarf. — Howard Gordon Copy Share Image
“Her friends' lips were red, their teeth white, and their tongues and gums were pink. Pink, too, were the tips of their breasts. Their… — Italo Calvino Copy Share Image
Those lips had curved into a knowing half smile that did funny things to her insides. And like a match tossed to gasoline, her… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
Out of an ivory mist I felt a stinging kiss and saw a crimson stain on her lips. — Dream Theater Copy Share Image
Her lips are roses over-washed with dew, Or like the purple of Narcissus' flower; No frost their fair, no wind doth waste their power,… — Robert Greene Copy Share Image
lips all crude scarlet, and eyes as absurdly big and round as a child's good-by kiss. — Eleanor Hallowell Abbott Copy Share Image
I see her as one great stampede of lips directed at the nearest derriere. — Noel Coward Copy Share Image
She touched my hand what a chill I got, her lips are like a volcano that's hot. — Elvis Presley Copy Share Image
“Her lips are slightly parted: she, whose lips are usually pressed together with the daily disapprovals of the accountants' office where she has worked… — Muriel Spark Copy Share Image
“...under no circumstances would he [Humbert Humbert] have interfered with the innocence of a child, if there was the least risk of a row.” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Ami azt illeti, Vannak kezdtek nagyon tetszeni a fák is, a csodák is meg az Adák is.” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
We live not only in a world of thoughts, but also in a world of things. Words without experience are meaningless. — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“It isn’t possible. I cannot imagine it. Come on over here, you foolish little doe, and tell me on what day I shall die.” — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Precautions to be taken in the case Of freak reincarnation: what to do On suddenly discovering that you Are now a young and vulnerable… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
Bright reds - scarlet, pillar-box red, crimson or cherry - are very cheerful and youthful. There is certainly a red for everyone. — Christian Dior 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; occasionally, we… — Anthony Lane 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 maybe, could… — Sam Kean Copy Share Image
It is the sense of unfamiliar envelopment that is impressive, whether in the living grays of hoarfrost, the crimson of the heavens at sunset,… — Walter J. Phillips Copy Share Image
There were crimson roses on the bench; they looked like splashes of blood. — Dorothy L. Sayers Copy Share Image
Touring with King Crimson wasn't a lot of fun for me. I had a lot of equipment, and when I was in improvised music… — Jamie Muir Copy Share Image
Pop just didn't have enough substance for me. All this nyah-nyah-nyah, you know, 'Paper Tiger' and 'Hold the Ladder, James' and 'Crimson and Clover.'… — Gregg Allman Copy Share Image
I'll plant and water, sow and weed, Till not an inch of earth shows brown, And take a vow of each small seed To… — E. Nesbit Copy Share Image
We thread our way through a moving forest of ice-cream cones and crimson thighs. — Jean-Dominique Bauby Copy Share Image
The seasons alter: hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
Alaska and Montana are not in the south but they definitely form part of the crimson tide of red states where Republicans are dominant. — Juan Williams 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 out thy… — William Blake Copy Share Image
