Quotes About Vivid

The sunset struck so brilliantly into the travelling carriage when it gained the hill-top, that its occupant was steeped in crimson.

He was also aware that memory could mislead you, or be lost. He vividly remembered the day he was married, for example, but everything blurred in and around the time his wife had died, and that was much, much later.

Ammar's eyes opened without warning, vivid and blue, the same color as her own. He looked at her. She watched him settle into an awareness of the day, what morning it was.

I feel I do my best work when it's all there on the page, and I feel that the character is very vivid as I read the script and I'm not having to create stuff and trying to cobble together something. If I have to do that, then I don't entirely trust what I'm doing.

The good man. He is still enhancer, renouncer. In the time of detachment, in the time of the vivid heather and affectionate evil, in the time of oral grave grave legalities of hate - all real walks our prime registered reproach and seal. Our successful moral. The good man.

And so it stood, a warm and vivid patch in his life, casting a radiance that glowed in a thousand recollections.

He saw his trunk and limbs riprippled over and sustained, buoyed lightly upward, lemonyellow : his navel, bud of flesh : and saw the dark tangled curls of his bush floating, floating hair of the stream around the limp father of thousands, a languid floating flower. [84]

The warmly cool, clear, ringing perfumed, overflowing, redundant days, were as crystal goblets of Persian sherbet, heaped up — flaked up, with rose-water snow.

Her hair, which was a coppery red, and her eyes, which were light blue like her mother's, were all the more vivid by contrast with the scramble of freckles and sunburn which formed her complexion.

Sometimes I'm dramatic even to myself.

This should be about as interesting as a rectal exam done with a cactus." Dowd

My imagination? No, I don't think it's VIVID at all. On the contrary, it's not nearly potent enough. My poor imaginative faculties have always needed...extentions. That's why I'm here with you. You're smiling again, or rather you're SMIRKING. Funny word, smirk. Rather like an extraterrestrial surname. Simon Smirk. How do you think that sounds?

Objasnite nekome tko nikad nije iskusio osje?aj crvenog, objasnite mu kakva je to boja, uvaženi majstore. Da je promiješamo vrhom prsta, osjetili bismo je kao nešto izme?u željeza i bakra. Kapnemo li je na dlan, pekla bi nas. Da je liznemo, bila bi jaka kao zasoljeno meso. Kad bismo je stavili u usta, posve bi nas ispunila. Kad bismo je pomirisali, mirisala bi na konja. Da miriše kao cvijet, nalikovala bi kamilici, ne crvenoj ruži.

They rode on and the sun in the east flushed pale streaks of light and then a deeper run of color like blood seeping up in sudden reaches flaring planewise and where the earth drained up into the sky at the edge of creation the top of the sun rose out of nothing like the head of a great red phallus until it cleared the unseen rim and sat squat and pulsing and malevolent behind them.

the good news would be that it would be such a vividly humiliating experience that surely I'd derive personal and professional inspiration from it for years to come.

The moment that you are living right now is a very important opportunity to make your life vividly alive.

if you want to make a vivid statement about yourself, say you are kiya—arising only!

The sky was a clear, fresh blue

This is the day of dramatisation. Merely stating a truth isn't enough. The truth has to be made vivid, interesting, dramatic. You have to use showmanship. The movies do it. Television does it. And you will have to do it if you want attention.

My memory of that day is like television itself, sharp and clear but unreliable.

A tale of manners, to be interesting, must either refer to antiquity so great as to have become venerable, or it must bear a vivid reflection of those scenes which are passing daily before our eyes, and are interesting from their novelty.

Memory in youth is active and easily impressible in old age it is comparatively callous to new impressions, but still retains vividly those of earlier years.

Descriptive writing is more than visual; it employs all the senses.

Words have magic, and they have power. Words have color, a vivid brilliant red. Words can be drab, an old battleship gray. Words can soothe, and words can ruffle.