Pink Quotes

“I like pink."
Lucius sniffed. "It's just red's sorry, weak cousin.”
― Beth Fantaskey, Jessica's Guide to Dating on the Dark Side

“Sunrise paints the sky with pinks and the sunset with peaches. Cool to warm. So is the progression from childhood to old age.”
― Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

“Pink isn't just a color it's an Attitude too!”
― Miley Cyrus

“...and so many colors
I will have seen...
the menacing greys
and pine greens
the soft pink and purples
of spring
and summer blue
and so many others
without you.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

“I would wear pink because I knew my future was anything but rosy. I would accessorize myself to the hilt, and I would wear flirty shoes because my world needed more beauty to counter all the ugliness in it. I would wear pink because I hated gray, I didn’t deserve white, and I was sick of black.”
― Karen Marie Moning, Bloodfever

“Silena appeared out of the woods, her sword drawn. Her Aphrodite armour was pink and red, colour coordinated to match her clothes and makeup. She looked like Guerilla Warfare Barbie.”
― Rick Riordan, The Demigod Files

“Pink is a beautiful color, because it is one of the colors that the sun makes at twilight and in the dawns.”
― C. JoyBell C.

“I can turn heartbreak into songs that help other people”
― P nk

“She stood by the tea-table in a light-coloured muslin gown, which had a good deal of pink about it. She looked as if she was not attending to the conversation, but solely busy with the tea-cups, among which her round ivory hands moved with pretty, noiseless, daintiness.”
― Elizabeth Gaskell, North and South

“As for me I will follow the path of the pink bunnies.”
― Magenta Periwinkle

“OH KYO KUN! Isn't it said that eating pink noodles turns you into a horny pervert?!”
― Natsuki Takaya, Fruits Basket, Vol. 8

“When you have been killed as many times as I have, you get used to it.”
― Peter Sellers

“For the first time, I saw a pink glow breaking through the gray wisps that surrounded her, revealing the color of her true personality. Blush pink. I smiled. I should've known. I had known. Emme was nothing but kindhearted at her core.”
― Heather Webber, In the Middle of Hickory Lane

“Jaipur is a blushing bride draped in pink, dancing in our dreams while the peacocks sing.”
― Vinita Kinra

“Before the blue of night meets the pink of sunrise, there is a transition of lavender. It's a gradient of color that stretches its fade through time, and that gives each moment a unique and exquisite existence.”
― Jarod Kintz, The Lewis and Clark of The Ozarks

“She finished and we moved on to dresses. Deep reds, icy blues, minty greens, neutrals of all kinds, and even a few metallic shades. An overwhelming set of options that Heather quickly halved by shoving one of the racks at random into the hallway. In the end, we chose a soft pink two-piece. The top was lace with sweetheart bodice, the skirt had a high waist with more lace, and it flowed down to my ankles.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Faeries

“Quisiera emparejar las pecas que salpican la nariz de Henry con las estrellas que brillan ahora mismo en el cielo, y poner su nombre a las constelaciones.”
― Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue

“-T'has de sentir lliure. Lliure, lliure! -és el que Sally havia dit.
-Lliure! Per a ésser què? -preguntà Eva.
-El teu propi jo, el teu jo secret. -li digué Sally a cau d'orella.”
― Tom Sharpe, Wilt

“In the back of my closet, I saw a pink wrap dress that was hopelessly Southern. Pale pink, with little flutter sleeves all in a Swiss-dot fabric that you could see through if you held it up to the light. I would need nude undergarments, which I was sure I had. My mom always told me never to wear wild undies, you never knew who'd see them! What if I got in a car wreck?
I pulled my hair up and allowed a few red curls to fall out of a messy bun at the nape of my neck. I slipped the dress on and gave my lips a quick swipe of gloss. I chose small gold hoop earrings that had belonged to Gran at one time and stepped into a pair of gold flip-flops. I looked at myself in the mirror and reminded myself I was going to a farm.
Jim walked in. "Ready for the big... Oh, my God, Magnolia!"
"What? Too much?" I said, grimacing.
"Good God, no! You look absolutely perfect! You look like a mouthwatering pink confection! A true Southern Magnolia!”
― Victoria Benton Frank, My Magnolia Summer

“Fish roe and butter makes for a truly exquisite pairing! By adding butter to pollock roe, with its clusters of firm little orbs just like miniature egg yolks, you take away any unpleasant fishiness from the roe, instead producing a sauce with an inexplicable fullness of taste that forms a perfect coating for the carbohydrates, setting off their plumpness and texture like a dream. Perhaps best of all is the pretty pink hue of the roe, like a gorgeous spring evening (you may know by now that pink is my favorite color!). The butter and rosy-colored roe combination coats each and every spaghetti strand, bringing out that delicious semolina scent and generating a flavor that feels like a wave of kindness rising up uncontrollably from inside your chest.”
― Asako Yuzuki, Butter

“Satya's um--" he wasn't sure how to put this. "She's not thinking pink fluffy thoughts about you."

"I wouldn't expect her to. She's not a pink fluffy kind of person.”
― Sage Blackwood, Jinx's Fire

“Look what came while you were out.”

Laid out across the armchair were three dresses.

“The yellow one is mine,” Synové beamed. “I already tried it on. It fits in all the right places—if you know what I mean.”

We knew. Synové had a lot of right places, and she knew it. Everyone always thought she was older than she was.

“I have to applaud Madame Ballenger,” she added, “very perceptive of her in light of the short notice. She barely got a glimpse of me in town. The violet one’s yours.”

That left the one in the middle for Wren. She stared at it like it had gills and claws. “I am not wearing that thing. I don’t even know what color that is.”

“Pink,” I said.

“Like a tongue?”

Synové squinted one eye. “A cold, pale tongue. Wouldn’t you like to feel that on your skin?”
― Mary E. Pearson, Dance of Thieves

“Wild Heart, a magnificent necklace containing twenty-six oval-shaped pink diamonds surrounded by diamonds and emeralds with a forty-carat heart-shaped pink diamond pendant center.”
― Sara Desai, To Have and to Heist

“The necklace we are after is called the Wild Heart," Jack said. "It last sold at auction in November 2015 for $25 million. It features twenty-six oval-shaped flawless pink diamonds and a forty-carat heart-shaped pink diamond. Each diamond is enhanced by a cluster of oval-shaped green marquise emeralds supposedly crafted to resemble the leaves of the phalaenopsis orchid, but which in fact are more like dendrobiums that produce leaves that are opposite one another. The diamonds and emeralds are strategically placed to create a floral effect that makes the necklace resemble Orchidaceae. The gems are set in eighteen-carat white gold and precious platinum."
"He likes plants," I explained when I saw a few blank stares. "We met in the hellebore."
"It wasn't as romantic as it sounds," Jack said. "She trampled it underfoot like a herd of elephants. I had to go back the next night to repair the damage."
"I wasn't trying to make it sound romantic." I heaved a sigh. "I was explaining how I knew that you liked plants."
"They probably understood when you said, 'He likes plants.'" Jack's gaze drifted to Cristian. "At least some of them.”
― Sara Desai, To Have and to Heist

“Rose draped my new black cashmere wrap around my shoulders. Chicago weather being unpredictable, Clare had been concerned I would get cold in my one-shoulder hot pink evening gown. Made from gazar fabric from some obscure designer, the dress featured ruching along the bodice and a cape skirt overlay. It was smooth and sleek, hugging all my curves to perfection.”
― Sara Desai, To Have and to Heist

“The martini glass teetered on the edge of the tray. When my waiter handed me the glass, the darker pink of the liquid splashed onto the lighter pink of the tablecloth. Maraschino cherries rimmed the orange slice floating in the center and the grenadine tinted the ice cubes pink.”
― Charlotte Silver, Charlotte Au Chocolat: Memories of a Restaurant Girlhood

“Meanwhile, on Dudley Road, stalks of rhubarb grew behind the blue-painted shed and roses bloomed on a bush above the cellar window. The swing set creaked. The stones in the garden path wobbled underneath my feet and there were pink sprigged cushions on the white wicker chairs on the porch. Inside, everything was pink and green, green and pink: the walls in my bedroom the color of the center of a raspberry thumbprint cookie, the floors the color of the sliver of green in after-dinner mints; the floor in my parents' bedroom the same, and the walls a smudged baby pink.”
― Charlotte Silver, Charlotte Au Chocolat: Memories of a Restaurant Girlhood

“White wrought-iron chairs scattered with blowsy cabbage roses. Robin's-egg blue porcelain cake stands, dotted with strawberries as small and red as lipstick kisses. Green-stemmed stools with speckled pink seats.”
― Charlotte Silver, Charlotte Au Chocolat: Memories of a Restaurant Girlhood

“Elizabeth gazed at the dress. It was one of her favorites, cut from pale-pink silk damask, with a tight-fitting bodice that sat low on her shoulders, designed to show her creamy décolletage to its best advantage. Silk-covered buttons fastened at the back and a sumptuous bustled skirt was caught up in a bow to reveal ivory satin beneath. Ostrich feathers, dyed to match the damask, waved at each capped sleeve.”
― Kayte Nunn, The Botanist's Daughter

“The diamond chandelier casts a warm glow across the shimmering silk dresses, spinning into romantic colors.
Rich bright gold, soft blush, and glittering champagne.”
― Kiana Krystle, Dance of the Starlit Sea