Imagery Quotes

Imagery Quote of the day

So when the blue smoke of brittle leaves was in the air and the wind blew the wet laundry stiff on the line I decided to come back home.

Lincoln was a master of small group theatrics.

We fell, but we never let the box fall from our hands. Then we ran. We ran blindly, and men and houses streaked past us in a torrent without shape.

So overjoyed were they at their deliverance that they laughed aloud, and the Earth seemed to them like a flower of silver, and the Moon like a flower of gold.

The paperweight was the room he was in, and the coral was Julia's life and his own, fixed in a sort of eternity at the heart of the crystal.

Jonathan had been around Washington long enough to know that no offer was exactly what it seemed.

He paused and manufactured a chuckle.

This culture of distraction was nothing new. Christianity was born into one.

The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.

dragonflies circled me, the sun knifing off the brilliant blues and yellows of their bodies.

The graceful wings of a dove lead to the endless imagination in a dream wings of pain.

The weather was clear and still, and the countless stars opened above them, seeming like brilliant cold fruits that Maerad could simply pick out of the sky.

Create a world in front of your readers where they can taste, smell, touch, hear, see, and move. Else they are likely going to move on to another book.

Use your imagination to create your beautiful life.

...all kinds of images swim like tropical fish in the bathysphere inside my skull ...

From daybreak to sunset she turned her thoughts, like boulders, over. She set them in long lines. She rearranged their order...

The sight of big ships, of the many new uniforms, at once serious and cool, left Bush with an overall sense of the navy's power and camaraderie and purpose.

Surrealism had a great effect on me because then I realised that the imagery in my mind wasn't insanity. Surrealism to me is reality.

He understood the code of his social class enough to affect an air of indifference about life.

Such was the code: Strive for victory, but never seem to be self-involved.

It felt as if I’d been teleported to the dark side of the moon, forced to gaze out at the stars and wonder which one I’d come from.

But it is just two lovers, holding hands and in a hurry to reach their car, their locked hands a starfish leaping through the dark.

Kept dreaming of this spot she had on her neck, this tiny country. I wanted to visit, to paint a picture of what I found there, a wall with a road map of her skin.

Grant made the perfect candidate, a war hero with indistinct views on most political issues.

itt was snowing as if you could hear wolves howling

The evening sky was awash with peach, apricot, cream: tender little ice-cream clouds in a wide orange sky.

All professions have some element of theater to them.

For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woman's body against the uncanny blue sky.

Like a dried up spring, magic trickled forth with less and less strength, until one day, the people awoke and there was simply no more to be had.

She would stay there, flying across the sea like a mermaid with wings, until the end.

Because, of course, it wouldn't do to just talk to her. She had spoken to him in flashes of daylight, and he felt he ought to reply in kind.

When an image depends on the next for a complete meaning, it moves the story and audience along without choking them with pathos

Night simply drapes itself over the dayAs if someone had lowered a curtain.The sky glitters and moves, Filled with shooting stars and fireflies.

The feelings of politicians are rarely transparent.

Rain woke him, a slow drizzle, his feet tangled in coils of discarded fiberoptics. The arcade's sea of sound washed over him, receded, returned. Rolling over, he sat up and held his head.

their heart grew coldthey let their wings down

Yes, ” said Talon, his voice the hiss of a coiled serpent.

...and the country is like a great unfolded mantle with a green velvet cape bordered with a fringe of silver.

It is not often that you see life and fiction take each other by the hand and dance.

We didn't talk much, and the silence hung like a silk curtain, light and lovely.

the ability to get on the air, which was crucial to any reporter’s career, grew precisely as the ability to analyze diminished.

I should have realized, when Cathal kissed me in the hallway, that my response was the first raindrop heralding a storm.

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Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was him too, looking up and wondering.

I liked the name Frog Brigade because it lent itself to a lot of cool imagery with the whole frog thing.

All my images are self-portraits, even when I'm not in them.

He makes an effort to be more spontaneous on Facebook.

Even though he said no store in uncanny things, he was soldier enough to value with whatever weapon came to hand.

Pop is about speaking everybody's language. The imagery and iconography we instantly recognize. When you can rely on things that the public already knows, you're dealing with Pop.

I walked along the shore in the morning light, the winds have slept in the arms of dawn after crying all night.