“the long sorrow of the color red.”
“Red hair is my life long sorrow.”
“And red is not the color of apples or roses or the dresses that pretty girls wear in the summertime.That is not the color of red at all.”
“Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.”
“For her everything was red, orange, gold-red from the sun on the closed eyes, and it all was that color, all of it, the filling, the possessing, the having, all of that color, all in a blindness of that color."- Ernest Hemingway,”
“Red is the first color of spring. It's the real color of rebirth. Of beginning.”