Red Hair Quotes

“You're not a woman," he said finally. "You're the Grim Reaper with red hair!”
― Jeaniene Frost, Halfway to the Grave

“Oh, most unhappy man,' he cried, 'try to be happy! You have red hair like your sister.'
My red hair, like red flames, shall burn up the world,' said Gregory.”
― G.K. Chesterton, The Man Who Was Thursday: A Nightmare

“Her heavy peasant face was fringed by a bang of red hair like a woolen table-spread, a color at once strange and attractive, an obstinate color, a color that seemed to make Lena feel something alien and bad-tempered had settled over her forehead...”
― Djuna Barnes

“He stared and talked at the girl's red hair and amused face for what seemed to be a few minutes; and then, feeling that the groups in such a place should mix, rose to his feet. To his astonishment, he discovered the whole garden empty. Everyone had gone long ago, and he went himself with a rather hurried apology. He left with a sense of champagne in his head, which he could not afterwards explain. In the wild events which were to follow, this girl had no part at all; he never saw her again until all his tale was over. And yet, in some indescribable way, she kept recurring like a motive in music through all his mad adventures afterwards, and the glory of her strange hair ran like a red thread through those dark and ill-drawn tapestries of the night. For what followed was so improbable that it might well have been a dream.”
― G.K. Chesterton, The Man Who Was Thursday: A Nightmare

“Redheads. We’re a Limited Edition of Fascination. A Unique & Rare Blend of Awesomeness.”
― Stephanie Lahart

“People with red hair are supposed to get mad very easily,...,and he had very red hair.”
― J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

“I can't get that Little Red-Haired Girl out of my mind. ~ Charlie Brown”
― Charles M. Schulz, The Complete Peanuts, Vol. 14: 1977-1978

“Her own hair was a glory of copper fire that morning, shining like a whisky still, long and loose in gentle flames down her back.”
― Elizabeth Wein, The Pearl Thief

“This is because I define myself in part by my color. And I know it is the proverbial slippery slope: That there are associations with red hair that I utterly reject and others I wear proudly means nothing to anyone else, since I don't get to choose how the observer sorts those same traits. Grazing through the stereotypes, I am on the delicatessen plan, winding a way over the menu offerings, picking, choosing and rejecting; adhering to some, dismissing others. Having adopted a method of personal vigilance that allows me to be on the lookout for associations that suffuse my color with preferred associations and to reject those I choose not to adopt, I enhance my self-image. But to other people my red hair is more a take-it-or-leave-it experience: Red-haired, to them, I may also be a certain type of person, complete with temperament.”
― Marion Roach, Roots of Desire: The Myth, Meaning and Sexual Power of Red Hair

“According to the wire, you are resting well and are being taken care of by a nurse. I hope she is beautiful and that she has red hair. I don't know why, but whenever I dream of a nurse she always has red hair. Red hair makes a man want to recover his health quickly, so that he can get on his feet and get the nurse off hers." - Groucho Marx, letter to his son”
― Groucho Marx

“Mr Phipps seemed to think criminality was passed down through the generations like a stutter, or a squint, or in my case red hair.”
― Susan Fletcher

“We redheads are a minority, we tend to notice each other - you know, and notice our identity”
― Julianne Moore

“I'll tell you what kind of red hair he had. I started playing golf when I was only ten years old. I remember once, the summer I was around twelve, teeing off and all, and having a hunch that if I turned around all of a sudden, I'd see Allie. So I did, and sure enough, he was sitting on his bike outside the fence--there was this fence that went all around the course--and he was sitting there, about a hundred and fifty yards behind me, watching me tee off. That's the kind of red hair he had.”
― J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

“And it's not red, it's auburn, and I'm not feisty or tempestuous or any of the other things red hair is supposed to signify. Anyways, as I said, it's auburn.”
― Kate Alcott

“Charlie Brown: I can't get that Little Red-Haired Girl out of my mind..
Linus: Why don't you call her up, Charlie Brown?
Charlie Brown: I'm afraid she'll hang up in my face!
Linus: That's the beauty of calling her on the phone. One ear isn't a whole face! (28 August 78)
Charlie Brown: Hello? Information? Yes, I'd like to talk to a certain Little Red-Haired Girl... No I already have her number... I was hoping you could tell me something else... What do I do when she answers the phone? (29 August 78)”
― Charles M. Schulz, The Complete Peanuts, Vol. 14: 1977-1978

“Her hair burst from her head like a fireworks shell erupting, framing her face in spray of red-blond energy.”
― Dennis Vickers, Between the Shadow and the Soul

“Aunt Nell used to say it was not decent to have violet eyes, that they were a telltale sign of bad nature, like ginger hair or a hunchback.”
― Deanna Raybourn, A Curious Beginning

“Her red hair streaming in the light—
A spill of autumn leaves.”
― Marguerite Bennett

“West took a step back, dropped the combs to the floor, and reached out to grasp a handful of shining red hair. He brought a few of the ruddy locks to his face, stroking them over his cheeks and mouth, and kissed them. His face was grave, almost severe, as he stared at her with absolute concentration. "How can you be so beautiful?”
― Lisa Kleypas, Devil's Daughter

“Sharon:
innocent freckle-faced red-haired
good Sharon:
I was a vicious, vengeful compulsive BRUTE to you at school.
30+ years on-Now I'm very sorry”
― Frank Warren, PostSecret: Extraordinary Confessions from Ordinary Lives

“She took a deep breath and turned her face to the sky, where large white flakes drifted down, landing in her auburn hair, winter blooms on a field of red. She closed her eyes and let the flakes kiss her cheeks, eyelids, lips.
Never before in his life had he been jealous of snowflakes.”
― Amy E. Reichert, Once Upon a December

“Then my body was prostrate on the ground, my head snapped to one side at a horribly wrong angle. A flash of red hair in the crowd. Lucien.

Tears shone in Lucien's remaining eye as he raised his hands and removed the fox mask.

The brutally scarred face beneath was still handsome- this features sharp and elegant.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“You are small. You have red hair. You don’t realize it yet, but you are about to set out on the most alarming episode of your life so far…”
― Cressida Cowell, How to Speak Dragonese

“You can pour drinks on me... but good reason or not, nobody hurts a friend of mine!”
― Shanks

“Lowering his arm again, he gazed at her through the darkness and caught the subtle shimmer of her red hair, visible even in the low light.
Reaching out, he gathered up a waist-length strand and rubbed the silky ends between his fingers in a slow, measuring glide. Without giving himself time to think, he raised the tress to his nose and inhaled, closing his eyes as Grace's sweet rose-and-honey scent flooded his senses.”
― Tracy Anne Warren, Seduced by His Touch

“You stick dough in hair that red, it woulda baked into a biscuit.”
― Leah Weiss, If the Creek Don't Rise

“He had flowing coarse parted fiery crimson hair and with coals for eyes his entire smooth ruddy face seemed to be holding back a furnace that ignited the rest of his head; he utilized his umbrella as a poker to close the door and walked into the hearth of the house - the kitchen table.”
― J.S. Mason, Whisky Hernandez

“Lucien's red hair shone in the firelight, the colours flickering with every movement he made, and the jewels in the hilt of his sword glinted- the ornate blade so unlike the baldric of knives still strapped across Tamlin's chest. But there was no one here to use a sword against. And while the sword was embedded with jewels and filigree, it was large enough to be more than decoration.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“I eased open the door. The room was similar to mine in shape, but was bedecked in hues or orange and red and gold, with faint traces of green and brown. Like being in an autumn wood. But while my room was all softness and grace, his was marked with ruggedness. In lieu of a pretty breakfast table by the window, a worm worktable dominated the space, covered in various weapons. It was there he sat, wearing only a white shirt and trousers, his red hair unbound and gleaming like liquid fire. Tamlin's court-trained emissary, but a warrior in his own right.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“I eased open the door. The room was similar to mine in shape, but was bedecked in hues or orange and red and gold, with faint traces of green and brown. Like being in an autumn wood. But while my room was all softness and grace, his was marked with ruggedness. In lieu of a pretty breakfast table by the window, a worn worktable dominated the space, covered in various weapons. It was there he sat, wearing only a white shirt and trousers, his red hair unbound and gleaming like liquid fire. Tamlin's court-trained emissary, but a warrior in his own right.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses