Red Lipstick Quotes

People are essentially red meat. They are.

I put on lip balm first thing in the morning and always use it before I swipe on my red lipstick.

I love it when a woman is wearing Red Lipstick, and her hair is combed back, so sensual and confident.

Poverty was an ornament on a learned man like a red ribbon on a white horse.

They dashed on towards that thin red line tipped with steel.

I can't see myself without pink lipstick. I can go without it for a couple of days, but if there was no more pink lipstick in this world, I'd be useless. Seriously.

For me the visual is just as important as the music. I would never record without my red lipstick. It was my way of getting into character, sort of like Method singing.

My husband really loves the red [lipstick], so I keep the red because I want to keep the husband.

If You want a man to notice you, just wear red lipstick

Even as a child, I knew what I didn't want. I didn't want to wear red lipstick.

I came out of the womb waving red lipstick.

I’m a big lipstick girl- I’m old school that way.

If I walk outside without lipstick, I feel naked.

Do your squats eat, your vegetables, wear red lipstick, [and] don't let boys be mean to you.

You can't keep changing men, so you settle for changing your lipstick.

I'm sort of like a lame, single guy in a red sports car.

And in 'Frisco Kid' and in 'The Woman in Red' I had to ride badly. Then you have to really ride well in order to ride badly.

The voice is an instrument that you really must take time to develop. It's like a good red wine Give it time.

The politics of judges is getting to be red hot.

I love my red hair. It makes me spunkier.

To make lips look naturally pink, I put on red lipstick, wipe it off, and then apply clear gloss.

I never leave the house without putting on my lipstick.

We picked the Red Sox because they lose. If you root for something that loses for 86 years, you're a pretty good fan. You don't have to win everything to be a fan of something.

Tal told me he loved me, and told me and told me, but you don't tell someone that and then tell them they're not experienced enough in bed and should read a book or something to learn, or they should try wearing deep-red lipstick and tight skirts to look hot like their best friend once in a while. If Tal hadn't lied to me when he said he loved me, I might not be without a future right now, a sucker who was so chickenshit she allowed herself to believe a false dream from a false god. I'm not sure I ever even liked Tal, much less loved him.

I used to wear a lot of red lipstick, and when I got a pimple, I'd cover it up with eyeliner to turn it into a beauty mark.

I have problems because I'm very expressive, and usually red lipstick gets on my teeth and face.

It's all or nothing with my makeup. If I get dressed up, I'll go to an extreme. I'll wear foundation, bright blue or bright red lipstick with one of my weird purple wigs.

It's crazy how intelligent kids can be at a very young age and how they know what they know. I came out of the womb drawing on everything; I used to draw on my mother's white furniture and her white walls with her red lipstick and my pencils. Little did she know that would later materialize into me doing what I do now - I'm a painter as well and a micromechanical engineer.

Making clothes involves what I like...color, pattern, shape and movement...I like the everyday process...the people, the pressure, the surprise of seeing the work come alive walking and dancing around on strangers. Like red lipstick on the mouth, my products wake up and brighten and bring the wearer to life...drawing attention to her beauty and specialness...her moods and movements...her dreams and fantasies.

I painted one dining room red and I must say, the conversation became very heated in that room.

I love to wear red lipstick a lot, even in the daytime.

It sounds crazy, but I promise you it's true; wearing red lipstick really can change the course of a night out

But for real, for me, I feel like with the red lipstick thing it all depends on the pair of complexion. I'm just being for real. You have to be fair skinned to get away with that.

The ought to be a worldwide cultural taskforce that just stops you when you have ideas like combining The Red Desert with an armored car heist movie.

I'm all about fashion, cheeseburgers and bright-red lipstick.

I've been very happy with the commercial Linux CD-ROM vendors linux Red Hat.

The world was like a huge red carpet out ahead of me to be walked on. And it stretched on and on, no end.

I'm tired of the industry, tired of playing the whole game - the dressing up, the red carpet. I hate talking about myself.

That red carpet has to be felt to be believed.

I remember doing the sex scene in Red Rock West. I had to kiss Nic Cage and then look like I was going down on him. And he couldn't do anything - he just had to lie there.

Of course I was wearing make-up, I never went anywhere without red lipstick for 25 years! It was a form of self-preservation for me to continue to wear lipstick even though my face was broken.

We were a family that made our Halloween costumes. Or, more accurately, my mother made them. She took no suggestions or advice. Halloween costumes were her territory. She was the brain behind my brothers winning girl costume, stuffing her own bra with newspapers for him to wear under a cashmere sweater and smearing red lipstick on his lips.

I have a thing for red-haired Irish boys, as we know.

Property as compared with humanity, as compared with the red blood in the American people, must take second place, not first place.

I like smudgy black eyes and pale lips for evening. Red lipstick looks great on other girls, but its too much on me.

It's easy. You draw a red line on the ground, right? Then you wait for a chicken to come along. When he arrives, he puts his beak right on the line and he's hypnotized!

My mom used to sell Avon when my mom was a kid for about three years, and so it was like the first make up I saw. And when I first found out about makeup it was Avon makeup and I remember putting my mom's red lipstick on my cheeks and thinking that is where it went, and that was Avon. So it's weird how your life turns out and how things come round, and it is brilliant.

I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.

I like to think I play rugby as it should be played - there are no yellow or red cards in my collection - but I cannot say I'm an angel.

His lessons were chock-full of analogies for a variety of musical situations. Those little things were my favorites. 'No . . . that's too much vibrato. It's like putting bright red lipstick on a beautiful woman.' I always thought it was funny that when you broke a musical rule-like accenting a weak beat-he would turn his head away from you sharply, almost as though he were in pain. It's like you just slapped him in the face by being unmusical.