The sense of war, the extraordinary bravery of the Allied armies, the numbers, the losses, the real suffering that disappears in time and commemorative oratory, are not marked out in any red guidebook of the emotions, but they are present if you look...
I believe that time destroys everything. You can take one beautiful apple, red. After a while, it becomes shrivelled and full of worms, just like what happens to us.
Huge open source organizations like Red Hat and Mozilla manage the collaboration of hundreds of people who don't know one another and have spent no time hanging around the water cooler.
As a woman, I've learned that having a uniform of your staples or setting your look and saying what distinguishes you - like red lips or hair or whatever - leaves so much time for the rest of the day.
I put things in perspective and trust that everything is in its right place, be grateful that I'm healthy. Then throw on a cap and some killer red lipstick and gloss, that always seems to do the trick.
Renfield: Rats. Rats. Rats! Thousands! Millions of them! All red blood! All these will I give you if you will obey me.
Half-shaved bounty hunter: [Pointing his gun at Manco] Let Red go!
Edward R. Murrow: You always were yellow. Fred Friendly: Better than red.
BatÙ: There's nothing sadder than a puppet without a ghost, especially the kind with red blood running through them.
Kanji: Life is so short / Fall in love, dear maiden / While your lips are still red / And before you are cold, / For there will be no tomorrow.
Morpheus: [to Neo who is choosing the red pill] Remember... all I'm offering is the truth. Nothing more.
Sara Goldfarb: [examining her newly dyed hair] Well then... what's orange? If this is red, I wanna know, What's orange?
Mr. Pink: Somebody's shoved a red-hot poker up our ass, and I want to know whose name is on the handle!
Donald "Red" Grant: Is any of the opposition around? James Bond: Not in any condition to be worried about.
Red: [narrating] Andy Dufresne - who crawled through a river of shit and came out clean on the other side.
Red: [narrating] Forty years I been asking permission to piss. I can't squeeze a drop without say-so.
Andy Dufresne: Thirty years. Jesus, when you say it like that... Red: ...You wonder where it went.
Nero: That ship. Take it out. Romulan: Sir, if you ignite the Red Matter... Nero: [yelling] I want Spock dead now!
The Judge: Deciding what is true and what isn't now seems to me...a lack of modesty. Valentine: Vanity? The Judge: Vanity.
Valentine: I feel something important is happening around me. And it scares me.
[looking in the back room of Tapper's, Ralph pulls out red underwear] Wreck-It Ralph: Oh, come on Zangief... Gross!
