Quotes About Imagery

2. Remember that Revelation was first of all written by a first-century Christian for first-century Christians using first-century literary devices and images.

this is the problem with photographs. After a while, you can't remember if you're recalling the actual memory or the memory of the photograph. Or perhaps the photograph is the only reason you remember that moment. (p.85)

The ultimate future hope remains a surprise, partly because at present we only have images and metaphors for it, leaving us to guess that the reality will be far greater, and more surprising, still.

I think of the Jewish novelist Chaim Potok, whose artistic hero Asher Lev searches for imagery to express the pain of modern Judaism. The only thing he can find that will do—to the predictable horror of his community—is the crucifixion scene, which he paints in fresh and shocking ways. I think of the way in which the first Harry Potter novel ends with the disclosure that Harry had been rescued, as a young child, by the loving self-sacrifice of his mother. We could go on.

We have also seen that it is easy to mistake literary representation (the use of vivid imagery to denote space-time reality and connote its theological significance) for metaphysical representation (whereby a 'spiritual' or 'transcendent' being is the heavenly counterpart of an earthly reality); and that in this confusion it is all too easy to imagine that language which, in a culture other than our own, would be recognized as highly figurative, is flatly literal.

Un croquis vaut mieux quun long discours.Fr., A picture is worth a thousand words.

In Dreams... well, I was slightly overcompensating with that. I was a bit like a director for hire, so maybe I was putting too much imagery that was familiar to me into it.

Winter is the king of showmen, Turning tree stumps into snowmen And houses into birthday cakes And spreading sugar over lakes. Smooth and clean and frosty white, The world looks good enough to bite. That's the season to be young, Catching snowflakes on your tongue. Snow is snowy when it's snowing, I'm sorry it's slushy when it's going.

Her words smelled of bonfires. They felt like dirt, filling his mouth. They tasted like Halloween. A.C. Wise For the Removal of Unwanted Guests

A speech is poetry: cadence, rhythm, imagery, sweep! A speech reminds us that words, like children, have the power to make dance the dullest beanbag of a heart.

If we had not met, that day, I think I would have imagined you somehow.

Far clouds of feathery gold, Shaded with deepest purple, gleam Like islands on a dark blue sea.

His eyes are darker than wine, and his teeth are whiter than milk.

Smoke billows from his nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds.

His head is purest gold; his hair is wavy and black as a raven.

Your neck is like a tower made of ivory; your eyes are like the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, facing toward Damascus.

They had hair like that of women, and teeth like those of lions.