It Imagery Quotes

She would stay there, flying across the sea like a mermaid with wings, until the end.

But unlike Mama, I would not go to heaven. My secrets padlocked the gates. I'd be a torn kite stuck in the dead branches of a tree, unable to fly.

it is dangerous to unmask images, since they dissimulate the fact that there is nothing behind them).

What one exorcises in this [imagery] way at little cost, and for the price of a few tears, will never in effect be reproduced

A teacher is a sower of seed, a spiritual agriculturist, while he who teaches himself is the wise farmer of his own mental plot.

It is not often that you see life and fiction take each other by the hand and dance.

Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was him too, looking up and wondering.

The gray paint peels off the wall in odd and beautiful patterns, each cracked polygon of paint a snowflake of decay.

As a writer, I see the saga of your life in a single glimpse. It may be inaccurate, but my version doesn't lack for creativity.

I am blessed.I am beautiful.I am great.

Use your imagination to create your beautiful life.

Morning came in through the blinds cutting everything into ribbons.

...all kinds of images swim like tropical fish in the bathysphere inside my skull ...

From daybreak to sunset she turned her thoughts, like boulders, over. She set them in long lines. She rearranged their order...

It felt as if I’d been teleported to the dark side of the moon, forced to gaze out at the stars and wonder which one I’d come from.

All professions have some element of theater to them.

There is no more hope for meaning. And without a doubt this is a good thing: meaning is mortal. Appearances, they, are immortal, invulnerable to the nihilism. This is where seduction begins.

Now I was falling faster than a comet plummeting to the earth, just waiting to create a giant explosion. Just like a comet, I had no idea exactly how much damage I would leave in my wake.

And after that, I watched our house collapse in on itself and I spent some time lying in the rubble. Then I vanished completely. I wasn't here at all. Then you phoned.

She leaned out of the window slow and sleepy, and the light came through her nightdress like sand through a sieve.

We didn't talk much, and the silence hung like a silk curtain, light and lovely.

The city was asleep, and the bookshop felt like a boat adrift in a sea of silence and shadows.

For lunch, we drove into the hills and parked in the dappled shade of a big sycamore, its powdery white bark like a woman's body against the uncanny blue sky.

This culture of distraction was nothing new. Christianity was born into one.

Because, of course, it wouldn't do to just talk to her. She had spoken to him in flashes of daylight, and he felt he ought to reply in kind.

Kept dreaming of this spot she had on her neck, this tiny country. I wanted to visit, to paint a picture of what I found there, a wall with a road map of her skin.

She is so distinct to me, it's as though I had run my hands all over her.

itt was snowing as if you could hear wolves howling

The weather was clear and still, and the countless stars opened above them, seeming like brilliant cold fruits that Maerad could simply pick out of the sky.

I walked along the shore in the morning light, the winds have slept in the arms of dawn after crying all night.

In the old days, it had been talent and style and brilliance and now it was more and more productivity.

The autumn twilight turned into deep and early night as they walked. Tristran could smell the distant winter on the air--a mixture of night-mist and crisp darkness and the tang of fallen leaves.

She wanted to reach up to the night and dig her fingers into it, beg it to stay just a little bit longer.

My only career goal is to be an halloween icon.

Yes, ” said Talon, his voice the hiss of a coiled serpent.

The sight of big ships, of the many new uniforms, at once serious and cool, left Bush with an overall sense of the navy's power and camaraderie and purpose.

It came out sparkling like liquid sky.

The kitchen of the Big House was always one of my favorite places. Airy and sunny. No modern cabinets or anything like that. Just a room full of windows, set into wise, worn walls.

The kitchen door, painted red from the day Naomi moved in, and a geranium, also red, outside on the stoop, gave the whole area a feeling of whimsy.

the ability to get on the air, which was crucial to any reporter’s career, grew precisely as the ability to analyze diminished.

Maddock stabbed his fried egg with his fork, and bright yellow yolk bled all over his plate like a sunshine hemorrhage.

He makes an effort to be more spontaneous on Facebook.

The evening sky was awash with peach, apricot, cream: tender little ice-cream clouds in a wide orange sky.

Grant made the perfect candidate, a war hero with indistinct views on most political issues.

He wanted terribly, to say, Stop, to say Bern’s name, to stroke her soft cheek where it was bitten by the light. But, in the end, he didn’t do anything at all.

The cork was in the bottle. He and the Atropos were trapped.

My mother always says that love is like a snakebite, a venom slowly spreading through your veins.

He paused and manufactured a chuckle.

Rain woke him, a slow drizzle, his feet tangled in coils of discarded fiberoptics. The arcade's sea of sound washed over him, receded, returned. Rolling over, he sat up and held his head.