Quotes About Vivid

If you're quiet, you're not living. You've got to be noisy and colorful and lively.

You are all the colours in one, at full brightness

His eyes were impossibly blue,

No one ever remembered a nice day. But no one ever forget the feel of paralyzed fish, the thud of walnut-sized hail against a horse's flank, or the way a superheated wind could turn your eyes to burlap.

Monday was an apple-crisp day with temperatures that never exceeded sixty-two degrees, under vivid cerulean skies.

I'd like to destroy you a few times in bed.

For her everything was red, orange, gold-red from the sun on the closed eyes, and it all was that color, all of it, the filling, the possessing, the having, all of that color, all in a blindness of that color. - Ernest Hemingway

Everything looked sharp and clear, and the town smelt of the early morning.

Not simply every number is tuneful, as in, say, The Boys From Syracuse. Not even every number exhilarates character, as in My Fair Lady. Rather: every number makes the experience so vivid that we are reminded that music theatre is our highest—our most complete—art.

He hangs in shades the orange bright,Like golden lamps in a green night.

Some of the flames were tall and strong, burning brightly and vividly, while others were tiny, flickering and quavering, and their light diminished and died. At the very end was but one tiny flame, so weak it barely flickered and glimmered, now struggling to flare up, now almost going out entirely. "Whose is the dying flame?" asked the Witcher. "Yours." Death replied.

Reszt? pami?tam s?abo i zarazem wyra?nie.

She walked in technicolor.

ablaze adj. [predic.] burning fiercely: his clothes were ablaze | [as complement] farm buildings were set ablaze. very brightly coloured or lighted: New England is ablaze with color in autumn | FIGURATIVE his eyes were ablaze with anger.

The bougainvillea hung about it, purple and magenta, in livid balloons.

The beauty of Maine is such that you can't really see it clearly while you live there. But now that I've moved away, with each return it all becomes almost hallucinatory: the dark blue water, the rocky coast with occasional flashes of white sand, the jasper stone beaches along the coast, the pine and fir forests somehow vivid in their stillness.

I don't understand people who dream in black and white. I just don't get it. My dreams have always been vivid color.

I make a lot of expressions constantly. I'm animated.

I'm expressive and animated.

I'm fairly dramatic.

When you were a teenager, everything's kind of drawn in primary colors; everything's big, and everything's life or death.

Shitfire, parson! And I mean thet sincerely!

his style. "Brighten it, brighten it, brighten it!" he once instructed his subeditor W. H. Wills, after reading an article that was insufficiently "Dickensian

They don't disappear, the dead. It'd be easier if they did. I can see her so clearly. If she walked up those steps now, part of me wouldn't be surprised. She was such a vivid person.