red hair Quotes

“Her hair was the same colour as a carrot, and was braided in two stiff pigtails that stood straight out from her head. Her nose was the shape of a very small potato, and was dotted with freckles.”

“It is telling about a young boy. It tells you about his first love and his first heart breaking. One day he was late for school. He enters the bus in hurry and in about some stops later a girl enters the bus. She has red hair and a unique perfume. And it’s the most beautiful thing the boy ever saw.”

″‘Hi kids,’ Ricky yelled, coming at them and grabbing their hair. ‘Let me warm my hands.’ ‘Joke’, Rachel said. They had stopped being amused by remarks about their red hair. But they could not be offended by Ricky. He was too good-humoured.”

“ ‘I never have cared for red hair,’ Nana said fondly, twisting a strand of Posy’s round her finger. ‘Never could fancy it since I got scratched by a ginger cat as a child. But nicely kept it can be striking.’ ”

“Mr. Radcliff has red hair that she coils on the top of her head. She wears glasses, too. She’s not my idea of what an outdoors superstar looks like _but then I’ve been known to be wrong once or twenty times before.”

“I can’t feel exactly perfectly happy because—well, what color would you call this?” She twitched one of her long glossy braids over her thin shoulder and held it up before Matthew’s eyes. Matthew was not used to deciding on the tints of ladies’ tresses, but in this case there couldn’t be much doubt. “It’s red, ain’t it?” he said.

Now you see why I can’t be perfectly happy. Nobody could who has red hair.

“Redheaded people can’t wear pink, not even in imagination.”

“It’s bad enough to have red hair myself, but I positively couldn’t endure it in a bosom friend.”

Her temper matches her hair I guess.

“It can’t be denied your hair is terrible red; but I knew a girl once—went to school with her, in fact—whose hair was every mite as red as yours when she was young, but when she grew up it darkened to a real handsome auburn. I wouldn’t be a mite surprised if yours did, too—not a mite.”

“Oh, I could endure anything if I only thought my hair would be a handsome auburn when I grew up. It would be so much easier to be good if one’s hair was a handsome auburn, don’t you think?”

Anne’s long red braid, held it out at arm’s length and said in a piercing whisper: “Carrots! Carrots!” Then Anne looked at him with a vengeance! She did more than look. She sprang to her feet, her bright fancies fallen into cureless ruin. She flashed one indignant glance at Gilbert from eyes whose angry sparkle was swiftly quenched in equally angry tears. “You mean, hateful boy!” she exclaimed passionately. “How dare you!” And then—thwack! Anne had brought her slate down on Gilbert’s head and cracked it—slate not head—clear across. Avonlea school always enjoyed a scene. This was an especially enjoyable one.

“I’m perfectly happy—yes, in spite of my red hair. Just at present I have a soul above red hair.”

I really think I’d like to be a minister’s wife when I grow up, Marilla. A minister mightn’t mind my red hair because he wouldn’t be thinking of such worldly things. But then of course one would have to be naturally good and I’ll never be that, so I suppose there’s no use in thinking about it.

Never in all her life had Marilla seen anything so grotesque as Anne’s hair at that moment. “Yes, it’s green,” moaned Anne. “I thought nothing could be as bad as red hair. But now I know it’s ten times worse to have green hair. Oh, Marilla, you little know how utterly wretched I am.”

“Ruby ought to be Elaine because she is so fair and has such lovely long golden hair—Elaine had ‘all her bright hair streaming down,’ you know. And Elaine was the lily maid. Now, a red-haired person cannot be a lily maid.”

“He boards same place as I do, and he’s a sport. He noticed you in class today, and asked me who the red-headed girl was.”