Quotes About Description

I want to know what they look like, their height, and colouring, physique and speech pattens.

Pleasure is often spoiled by describing it.

When you are describing, A shape, or sound, or tint; Don't state the matter plainly, But put it in a hint; And learn to look at all things, With a sort of mental squint.

The universalists place the active nodes of linguistic life—the deep structures—so deep as to defy observation and description. Or to use Steiner's analogy: Try to draw up the creature from the depths of the sea, and it will disintegrate or change form grotesquely.

Well, 'vacuum with a sparse dusting of probability waves' is an accurate description of just about everything in the universe

And it must be understood that the adjective "white" here means a true, blinding salt-white, and not the dirty beige that passes for white in poorly illuminated textile markets.

My eyes skimmed over the legalese and bureaucratese (two languages I had never mastered), until I found something descriptive to

In sum, the man's head looked like a Dutch oven forged over a dying fire with a ball-peen hammer.

It took the mind of Albert Einstein, the twentieth century's most brilliant and influential, to show that we can more accurately describe gravity's action-at-a-distance as a warp in the fabric of space-time, produced by any combination of matter and energy.

He was immense, balding, and toadlike, with warts covering his face and the voice of a hundred thousand cigarette packs. My

Trying to describe something musical is like dancing to architecture, it's really difficult.

If you try to describe NASCAR to anyone, you sound crazy.

You must make him completely crazy. The hotshot thing was great. I would be willing to bet it was the first time he was ever called that." "It's good for him. If more people gave him a little trouble, he would be more--" She hesitated, searching for the right word. She laughed softly. "He'd be more something. Amenable." "Amenable? There's a description that we can never use in the same sentence with Mikhail.

Hypotyposis is the rhetorical effect by which words succeed in rendering a visual scene.

Only someone who (like the Intuitionist) denies that the concepts and axioms of classical set theory have any meaning could be satisfied with such a solution, not someone who believes them to describe some well-determined reality. For in reality Cantor's conjecture must be either true or false, and its undecidability from the axioms as known today can only mean that these axioms do not contain a complete description of reality.

Warmth. Well-being. And a taste not like copper, but like something rich and strange. Later, she'd always grope for ways to describe it, but she could only think of things like: well a little bit like the way vanilla bean smells, and a little bit like the way silk feels, and a little bit like the way a waterfall looks.

What we take anything to be profoundly affects how we go about describing it, and how we describe something profoundly affects how we go about explaining, accounting for, or understanding what is what we are, in a sense, defining, by our description.

My eyes are usually described as golden... and luminous.

Clary," Jace said again. "You know: short, redheaded, bad temper.

Oh, yes." Magnus seemed to have perked up. "Are you the one with the blue eyes?" "He means Alec," Clary said helpfully. "No. My eyes are usually described as golden," Jace told the intercom. "And luminous." "Oh, you're that one." Magnus sounded disappointed.

He sat down on the edge of Lucie's bed—and immediately leaped back up, blushing. Lucie took her hands off her hips, amused. "A ghost with a sense of propriety. That is funny." He looked at her darkly. He really did have a most arresting face, she thought. His black hair and green eyes made a wintry contrast against his pale skin. As a writer, one had to pay attention to these things. Descriptions were very important.

But I don't believe I see Valentine Morgenstern. I hear he has charisma enough to draw birds out of trees and convince them to live under the sea, is tall, devastatingly handsome, and has white-blond hair. None of you fits that discription." Magnus paused. "And you don't have white-blonde hair either.

She was a slightly built woman, narrow of hip. He was not a small man.

I have become involved with thinking and acting without the help of an ideology; I have nothing that helps me, no idea that I serve and am known for . . . no rules that regulate the how, no belief that gives me direction, no picture of the future, no instruction that produces an overly ordered mind. I acknowledge only what is and, accordingly, regard every description and configuration of that which we don't know as madness. Ideologues seduce and exploit uncertainty, legitimize war.