John Longridge, the cook at Harley-street, had suffered from low spirits for more than thirty years, and he was quick to welcome Stephen as a newcomer to the freemasonry of melancholy.
Susanna ClarkeMots clés humor beautiful-imagery
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.
Cath CrowleyMots clés romantic poetic beautiful-imagery
The cream and hot butter mingled and overflowed separating each glucose bead of caviar from its fellows, capping it in white and gold.
Evelyn WaughMots clés beautiful-imagery
There were no stars, or if they were they shone like volcanic glass.
J.V. JonesMots clés beautiful-imagery
The paperweight was the room he was in, and the coral was Julia's life and his own, fixed in a sort of eternity at the heart of the crystal.
George OrwellMots clés 1984 deep beautiful george-orwell beautiful-imagery dystopian-fiction different-worlds
My mother always says that love is like a snakebite, a venom slowly spreading through your veins.
Cynthia HandMots clés metaphor beautiful-imagery
He starts to hum, a haunting melody. No words ride the music, only the familiar notes of a forgotten song.
A.G. HowardMots clés beautiful-imagery beautiful-writing
There is something beautiful about a sunny winter day,
A break from harsh gray skies and harsh cold winds,
A bright warm sun and clear blue skies instead.
Mots clés beautiful-imagery
From the elevator, Mabel watched the old woman's bare feet hobbling away, a trail of salt and the lace hem of her nightgown left in her wake like sea foam.
Libba BrayMots clés beautiful-imagery
From what we cannot hold the stars are made.
Benjamin Alire SáenzMots clés beautiful-imagery
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