Description Quotes

Serving humanity is fulfilling the description of Christ

The crow flew closer, as if to hear its praises.

A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet.

I see foxes often, but always they are crossing fallow fields in the distance. Gold flecks on faraway expanses of green. Magnetic to the meandering eye. Enigmatic, unreachable.

The sky was low and broody, but from here, near the treeline, you could see the forest rolling down into the valley, the lake tucked away like a pocket mirror.

Dark spruce frowned on either side of the frozen waterway.

A baby is a symbol of peace, a plot of dreams, a light of hope, and a bundle of joy.

The music as always had a dark sweet luster, but it was more than ever like an endless beginning-a theme ever building to a climax which would never come.

Art is the reflection of pure emotion and mind, the nature of sensation. An artist illustrates that.

The minute grains of sand slipped silently down the curved hourglass, no matter how many times the people of Earth willed them not to. Time, fate and the actions of others were out of their control.

...she felt as if her entire body were glowing with the taste of sunlight, of wind blowing in wide spaces and trees reaching their burdened arms to boundless skies.

Your personality should be described in poem not in paragraph.

We awoke to a fabulation of ice, the sun shining like a weapon, light rocketing off every surface except the surfaces of the Army's clean streets and walks.

All this happened in much less time than it takes to tell, since I am trying to interpret for you into slow speech the instantaneous effect of visual impressions.

Rap in its form is poetry, meaning the point of convergence is words.

The sky was like ebony and the only illumination was the harsh white light of the central streetlamp, which cast shadows so hard it seemed you might cut yourself on them.

…although her mouth uttered fond words, her eyes spoke only venom.

He was a small, chubby little man with a perpetual air of sadness about him, making him look like a baby that has dropped its rattle.

The difference between where you are now and where you will get to later defines your range of work which you have to be responsible for.

It was grotesque and eerie, too strange of a dream.

He had the compassion of a vivisectionist.

The stark evening sun at the far edge of the town had just unzipped the sky and finally gone down.

When he lifted his head, the sun seemed impossibly close. Science-fictionally close.

A good story or a book is all about it's power to hold it's readers still till the very last word of it's climax - complexity in language, dialogues, descriptions, everything else is secondary!

The lines of her face, turned up to the sky, would have broken your heart.

But a man's beauty represents inner, functional truths: his face shows what he can do.

She told him that he had the most beautiful voice she'd ever heard, that it sounded like whiskey and wood smoke.

She leaned out of the window slow and sleepy, and the light came through her nightdress like sand through a sieve.

I drank, sucking the blood out of the holes, experiencing for the first time since infancy the special pleasure of sucking nourishment, the body focused with the mind upon one vital source.

A solitary finger of light fell upon it, illuminating motes of golden dust floating in the air.

The city was asleep, and the bookshop felt like a boat adrift in a sea of silence and shadows.

The house was silent, but somewhere in the garden was a swimming pool filled with unsettled water.

While the bible is GOD because the word of GOD is GOD, please understand that GOD cannot be contained in the bible. To believe otherwise is to make an infinite GOD finite.

Naming can satisfy a need, it can shorten a conversation that otherwise might go on for hours.

He's the navigator, he could probably find you a route to Hawaii underwater.

If one abandons their principles when tested by struggle, they were never true principles but advertisements for character they never possessed.

Character is what we do when no one else is watching"~R. Alan Woods [2012]

His voice gave out and he made several wavy motions with his hand, indicative of the shape of a woman who would probably be unable to keep her balance.

The 'Wild West' is a good description of law enforcement in the desert southwest USA.

Those eyes had seen people weep, and had cared, and had hurt them again anyway. It’s a look that no human eyes should ever have.

I saw Sonora before me, so otherworldly, so desolate, some cast-out mistress on the pale blue planet, and longed suddenly to stay.

There is no moon. The stars have risen and fallen and given way to a new spread, to the smeared heart of our Milky Way.

... the kiss, the bodily surrender which would seem natural and but moderately attractive...

...only more keenly aware of how her soul starved within her, its wings wasting with the despair of disuse.

There was this hot, yellowy stillness the air always got in the minutes before the last bell, as if it were stiffening itself to be shattered.

He had the beginning of wrinkles and the easy manner of one who has already made his mistakes.

She had short curls and her face had so many wrinkles it looked as if someone had been trying to draw her for a very long time and every line put in had made the face more like her.

Night was fading over the fields as if the rain had washed the darkness out of the hem of its garment.

Sometimes it's as if I can shrink away to nothing. Sometimes I feel as pure and perfect as a ghost. The hunger, the headaches, the dizziness—these are the only things that are real.

Nippers was a whiskered, sallow, and, upon the whole, rather piratical-looking young man of about five and twenty. I always deemed him the victim of two evil powers — ambition and indigestion.