Why red lipstick quotes? Have you ever wondered why is lipstick never out of style? Why is it so hot? Red is a color, lipstick is just a makeup product. However, when combined together, they become a symbol, an international unspoken language.
What’s the meaning of red lipstick?
Red is the color of power, charm, passion, danger and love. Red lipstick conveys the meaning of the color red as well as enhance every woman’s look immediately.
In the past, ever since makeup began, women around the world used the crimson lip shade. Red lipstick, since then, through all the triumphs and tragedies of the whole world, through the years and far away, has always been an icon of beauty, a symbol of charming, passionate and powerful women.
However, more than that, lipstick has also become an inspiration, a method of conveying unspoken messages. For literature, in particular, many many authors use the red lipstick when they describe a female character to reveal her personality and characteristics, without saying it directly. Just give hints and the rest, you’ll feel it by yourself, you’ll find out eventually. They don’t directly say it, the author let your imagination and heart fly, so that each of you, when reading their books, has your own thoughts and feelings. That’s the point of literature, of creative works.
Red lipstick quotes in literature:
It’s Kind of a Funny Story, Ned Vizzini:
“I’m waiting for her to say “Craig, what you need to do is X” and for the Shift to occur. I want there to be a Shift so bad. I want to feel my brain slide back into the slot it was meant to be in, rest there the way it did before the fall of last year, back when I was young, and witty, and my teachers said I had incredible promise, and I had incredible promise, and I spoke up in class because I was excited and smart about the world. I want the Shift so bad. I’m waiting for the phrase that will invoke it. It’ll be like a miracle within my life. But is Dr. Minerva a miracle worker? No. She’s a thin, tan lady from Greece with red lipstick.”
These red lipstick quotes come from the novel It’s kind of a Funny Story by Ned Vezzini. It’s Kind of a Funny Story is a 2006 novel by American author Ned Vizzini. The book was inspired by Vizzini’s own brief hospitalization for depression in November 2004. This is absolutely a remarkably moving tale about the sometimes unexpected road to happiness.
The Thirteenth Tale, debut novel of Diane Setterfield
“Vida Winter’s appearance was not calculated for concealment. She was an ancient queen, sorceress or goddess. Her stiff figure rose regally out of a profusion of fat purple and red cushions. Draped around her shoulders, the folds of the turquoise-and-green cloth that had cloaked her body did not soften the rigidity of her frame. Her bright copper hair had been arranged into an elaborate confection of twists, curls and coils. Her face, as intricately lined as a map, was powdered white and finished with bold scarlet lipstick. In her lap, her hands were a cluster of rubies, emeralds and white, bony knuckles; only her nails, unvarnished, cut short and square like my own, struck an incongruous tone.”
The red lipstick quotes above come from a suspense novel. It is also Diane Setterfield’s first published book.
The Hating Game, a novel of Sally Thorne
“I need to prolong this moment; it’s not often I gain the upper hand. I put on lipstick using the wall as a mirror. The color is called Flamethrower and it’s my trademark. Vicious, violent, poisonous red. Slit-wrists red. The color of the devil’s underpants,according to Dad. I have so many tubes that I always have a tube within a three-foot radius. I am black and white, but thanks to Flamethrower, I can be Technicolor. I live in terror of it being discontinued by the manufacturer, hence my hoarding.”
The red lipstick quotes comes from a hilarious and sexy workplace comedy all about that thin, fine line between hate and love
Girls on Fire, Robin Wasserman:
“Our story ends happily ever after. It has to. We escape Battle Creek, pile into the car, and burn a strip of rubber down the highway. Fly away west, to the promised land. Our rooms will be lit by lava lamps and Christmas lights. Our lives will glow. Consciousness will rise and minds will expand, and beautiful boys in flannel shirts will make snow angels on our floor and write love letters on our ceiling with black polish and red lipstick. We will be their muses, and they will strum their guitars beneath our window, calling to us with a siren song. Come down come away with me. We will lean out of our tower, our hair swinging like Rapunzel’s, and laugh, because nothing will carry us away from each other.”
Lies We Tell Ourselves, a Robin Talley’s novel:
“The lipstick is a dark, dark red. The kind Hollywood stars wear. Not a shade good girls in Davisburg wear to the movies. I try it on anyway and gaze at my reflection in the mirror.
I don’t look sick. I certainly don’t look like that kind of girl.
What does that kind of girl look like, anyway?”
Another meaningful quote from this awesome book:”Other people will try to decide things for you. They’ll try to tell you who you are. Remember, no matter what they say, you’re the only who really decides”
Loving Jay (Loving You, #1), Renae Kaye
“Jay just blinked at me. “Let me get this straight. You were talking to a gorgeous blonde woman in a tight red skirt and heels, with a chest that has Playboy ringing her once a month for an interview, who was smiling and flirting with you like crazy and all you noticed was that she looked cold and her lipstick was bright?”
Oh. Whoops. We were talking about breasts. Straight men usually notice breasts, don’t they? Shit!”
Sinner (The Wolves of Mercy Falls, #4), Maggie Stiefvater’s novel
“Sofia,” I said, lowering my sandwich from my mouth. The edge of the bread had a red mark on it from my lipstick. “If you don’t take that man’s jacket, I’m going to set something on fire.”
Cole immediately came to life.
Jeremy shook his head slowly. “No man. Not here.”
He said it with such lazy, muted humor that it suddenly seemed obvious that they’d been in a band together. That he, anyway, knew Cole in a way those fangirls did not.”
Sharp Objects, a novel from Gillian Flynn (author of Gone Girl)
“I have one memory that catches in me like a nasty clump of blood. Marian was dead about two years, and my mother had a cluster of friends over for afternoon drinks. One of them brought a baby. For hours, the child was cooed over, smothered with red-lipstick kisses, tidied up with tissues, then lipstick smacked again. I was supposed to be reading in my room, but I sat at the top of the stairs watching.
My mother finally was handed the baby, and she cuddled it ferociously. Oh, how wonderful it is to hold a baby again! Adora jiggled it on her knee, walked it around the rooms, whispered to it, and I looked down from above like a spiteful little god, the back of my hand placed against my face, imagining how it felt to be cheek to cheek with my mother.”
BlackMoon Beginnings (Prophesized #1), Kaitlyn Hoyt
“Our room is trashed. Clothes are thrown everywhere and our dresser drawers are broken with pieces of it lying all over the room. Cosmetics and make up are wrecked and spilled on the floor. Magazine pages are ripped and thrown around. The glass on the only picture of my mom and me is shattered and the picture is crumpled on my bed.
I walk across the room and pick up the broken frame from the ground. With tears in my eyes, I unwrinkle the photo. Creases mar our smiling faces. I bite my lip to keep the tears at bay. There has to be an explanation. Something red catches my eye in the bathroom. I carefully walk over to the bathroom, avoiding pieces of wood on the floor. On the mirror, written in red lipstick are the words: GET OUT OF MY WAY. HE’S MINE. “Natasha,” I whisper as I turn toward Emma again. “Natasha did this.”
Ruby, Cynthia Bond
“When she’d stepped from the red bus, the porch had crowded her with their eyes. Hair pressed and gleaming like polished black walnut. Lipstick red and thick, her cornflower blue sundress darted and stitched tight to her waist. Ephram had watched her light a cigarette and glare down at the crowd on the market porch in such a way that made folks feel embarrassed for breathing. Chauncy Rankin had said later, “Not only do her shit not stink, way she act, she ready to sell it by the ounce.”
Cannery Row, a novel from John Steinbeck
“Doc awakened very slowly and clumsily like a fat man getting out of a swimming pool. His mind broke the surface and fell back several times. There was red lipstick on his beard. He opened one eye, saw the brilliant colors of the quilt and closed his eye quickly. But after a while he looked again. His eye went past the quilt to the floor, to the broken plate in the corner, to the glasses standing on the table turned over on the floor, to the spilled wine and the books like heavy fallen butterflies.
There were little bits of curled red paper all over the place and the sharp smell of firecrackers. He could see through the kitchen door to the steak plates stacked high and the skillets deep in grease. Hundreds of cigarette butts were stamped out on the floor. And under the firecracker smell was a fine combination of wine and whiskey perfume. His eye stopped for a moment on a little pile of hairpins in the middle of the floor.”
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