Quotes About Vivid

Forty years ago, but it feels like yesterday. 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.

He liked words and images. "Blue" was one of his favorite words. He liked the feeling it made on his lips and tongue when he said it.

There's nothing more vivid than the theater of the mind

Stout was a leader—quiet, unselfish, modest, yet very strong, very thoughtful and remarkably innovative. Whether speaking or writing, he was economical with words, precise, vivid. One believed what he said; one wanted to do what he proposed." Neither

The sky, at sunset, looked like a carnivorous flower.

Observing the volatile nature of the new democracies, I came vividly to see how unimportant a part of democracy are elections, in comparison with the enduring institutions and public spirit that make elected politicians accountable.

But I recall the springtime of the world as though it were yesterday—those days when we rode together to battle, and those nights when we shook the stars loose from the fresh-painted skies!

I remember it as October days are always remembered, cloudless, maple-flavored, golden and so clean it quivers.

It's a large as life and twice as natural

And now it was a dozen hornbills hopping, like fragments of a disordered imagination, through a cloud of orchids.

Distant wrongs, she thought: an interesting issue in moral philosophy. Do past wrongs seem less wrong to us simply because they are less vivid?

The color is youth.

Positioning ourselves to see and experience this more encompassing view does two things: it opens us to new possibilities and freedoms, and it also makes us more vulnerable and exposed. If you have ever stood in the best vantage point for seeing a panoramic, 360-degree view, you know that such a place is necessarily completely exposed to the elements. From here you will see everything, but also from here you will feel everything in the most vivid way: the wind, the sun, and the rain.

I come alive in the night time

Her dress exploded, the flowers scattered in the air, the colours popped up high like fireworks in a celebration, but: no sound could be heard, no sound...

Between his legs were hanging down his entrails; His heart was visible, and the dismal sack that maketh excrement of what is eaten.

Making copy come alive How do you write vividly? You present your story in terms of things that can be verified by sensory perception. Sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch—these are the common denominators of human experience; these are the evidence that men believe.

I see life as increasingly complex, vivid, colorful, crazy, chaotic. That's the world I write about...the world I live in.

Color is the fruit of life.

As slippery as smooth grapes, words exploding in the light like dormant seeds waiting in the vaults of vocabulary, alive again, and giving life: once again the heart distills them.

Color is an intense experience on its own.

surround myself with happy colors—yellow, coral, hot pink, and Mediterranean blues and greens.

Six flashlights turned on, beacons that said, We're here, come eat us!

Youth is a dream where I go every night and wake with just this little jumping bunch of arteries     in my hand.