#scarlet

A tiny radish of passionate scarlet, tipped modestly in white. ↗

— Clementine Paddleford

#passionate #scarlet #tiny #tipped #white

So," Nate attempted conversation for the third time. He seemed to be in a better mood lately. "Do you guys maybe want to talk about how every uncomfortable this is?" He smiled tightly, looking first at Tristan, then at Scarlet. "Because I don't know about you, but I feel awkward. Let's hash it out, shall we? Tristan," Nate said brightly. "We'll start with you. How are you feeling?" "Annoyed." "I like your honesty and openness." Nate turned to Scarlet. "What about you? How are you feeling?" "Tired," she said. "Nine in the morning is too early for needles." Tristan said, "Maybe if you hadn't stayed out so late, you wouldn't be so tired." Scarlet said, "Look who's decided to speak again. Suddenly the silent and dark Tristan has an opinion on my life." "Oh, I have many opinions." "See?" Nate said, his smile tighter than before. "Isn't all this openness refreshing? ↗

— Chelsea Fine

#chelsea-fine #nate #scarlet #tristan #life

One's ideas must be as broad as Nature if they are to interpret Nature ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#nature

life was not easy, nor was it happy, but she did not expect life to be easy, and, if it was not happy, that was woman's lot. It was a man's world, and she accepted it as such. The man owned the property, and the woman managed it. The man took credit for the management, and the woman praised his cleverness. The man roared like a bull when a splinter was in his finger, and the woman muffled the moans of childbirth, lest she disturb him. Men were rough of speech and often drunk. Women ignored the lapses of speech and put the drunkards to bed without bitter words. Men were rude and outspoken, women were always kind, gracious and forgiving. ↗

— Margaret Mitchell

#literature #scarlett-o-hara #forgiveness

And maybe she had certain beliefs that if you love somebody, [you're] gonna like them too. And that isn't necessarily true. ↗

— Tori Amos

#scarlet-s-walk #love

She saw in his eyes defeat of her wild dreams, her mad desires. ↗

— Margaret Mitchell

#scarlett-o-hara #dreams

Destroy! destroy! destroy! hums the under-consciousness. Love and produce! Love and produce! cackles the upper consciousness. And the world hears only the Love-and- produce cackle. Refuses to hear the hum of destruction under- neath. Until such time as it will have to hear. ↗

— D.H. Lawrence

#nathaniel-hawthorne #scarlet-letter #love

She could see so clearly now that he was only a childish fancy, no more important really than her spoiled desire for the aquamarine earbobs she had coaxed out of Gerald. For, once she owned the earbobs, they had lost their value, as everything except money lost its value once it was hers. ↗

— Margaret Mitchell

#money

Well, my dear, take heart. Some day, I will kiss you and you will like it. But not now, so I beg you not to be too impatient. ↗

— Margaret Mitchell

#heart

They seek him here, they seek him there Those Frenchies seek him everywhere Is he in heaven or is he in hell? That demned elusive Pimpernel ↗

— Emmuska Orczy

#scarlet-pimpernel #heaven