Quotes About Vivid

...the darkness of the hollow in the centre of a wild rose is one glow of orange fire...

When I write about a 15-year old, I jump, I return to the days when I was that age. It's like a time machine. I can remember everything. I can feel the wind. I can smell the air. Very actually. Very vividly.

This is the difference between traumatic memory and ordinary memory. Traumatic memory stays vivid.

The brambles and the thorns grew thick and thicker in a ticking thicket of bickering crickets. Farther along and stronger, bonged the gongs of a throng of frogs, green and vivid on their lily pads. From the sky came the crying of flies, and the pilgrims leaped over a bleating sheep creeping knee-deep in a sleepy stream, in which swift and slippery snakes slid and slithered silkily, whispering sinful secrets.

My favorite color is fuschia. That's a fancy way of saying purple.

My freckles felt like they would burst into flame.

I don't necessarily start with the beginning of the book. I just start with the part of the story that's most vivid in my imagination and work forward and backward from there.

I have a great story to tell... and I tell it well. No holds barred.

Don't say the old lady screamed. Bring her on and let her scream.

iridescent with fancy and winged it with paradox.

She laughed again. Her teeth showed like white seeds in a scarlet fruit.

She had a laugh like a squadron of cavalry charging over a tin bridge.

She looked like a tomato struggling for self – expression.

Full participation in the life of God's Kingdom and in the vivid companionship of Christ comes to us only through appropriate exercise in the disciplines for life in the spirit. Those disciplines alone can become for average Christians the conditions upon which the spiritual life is made indubitably real.

Full participation in the life of God's Kingdom and in the vivid companionship of Christ comes to us only through appropriate exercise in the disciplines for life in the spirit. Those

The memory of it comes to me like a blow to the face, the way all true memories do, unasked for, unwelcome, a full-body possession.

The young remember most deeply

Concreteness is an indispensable component of sticky ideas.

The whole scene had a dreamlike quality, like a Chagall painting come to life.

The worst Persian voluptuary could never have imagined my most ordinary day.

It's as large as life and twice as natural.

I took a sip of my drink. It tasted like old horse blankets soaked in urine.

That is what's important. The life of the line. When I draw, it's like tied and untied writing. My lines can be vivid or dead. The drawing is beautiful if the line is alive. A line is in danger of dying all along. My method of drawing is very much like jazz improvisation. I improvise with the lines and the colors. (...) There's great joy in drawing. Writing is drawing in different apparel, and drawing is another way of writing. And when I draw, I write. Perhaps when I write, I draw.

Love is vivid. I never wanted the pale version. Love is full strength. I never wanted the diluted version. I never shied away from love's hugeness but I had no idea that love could be as reliable as the sun. The daily rising of love.