Let's stay up all night,' Kat whispers. 'Let's wait for the moon to kiss the morning star.
Elissa Janine HooleMots clés imagery
Surrealism had a great effect on me because then I realised that the imagery in my mind wasn't insanity. Surrealism to me is reality.
John LennonMots clés imagination imagery surrealism
Everything and all of them were being rattled around like peas inside an enormous rattle that was being rattled by a mad giant who refused to stop.
Roald DahlMots clés humor imagery perfect-sentence rattle
I should have realized, when Cathal kissed me in the hallway, that my response was the first raindrop heralding a storm.
Juliet MarillierMots clés love metaphor imagery
It was not a great presence but a great absence, a geometric ocean of darkness that seemed to swallow heaven itself.
Laura HillenbrandThe pale pink light of dawn sparkled on branch and leaf and stone. Every blade of grass was carved from emerald, every drip of water turned to diamond. Flowers and mushrooms alike wore coats of glass. Even the mud puddles had a bright brown sheen. Through the shimmering greenery, the black tents of his brothers were encased in a fine glaze of ice. So there is magic beyond the Wall after all.
George R.R. MartinMots clés magic imagery jon-snow
Dad and I leave town in the early dark. It's the second Sunday of the holidays, and we pack up the old blue car with enough clothes for summer and hit the road. It's so early he's wiping hills of sand piled in the corners of his eyes. I wipe a few tears from mine. Tears don't pile, though. They grip and cling and slide in salty trails that I taste until the edge of the city.
Cath CrowleyMots clés tears imagery sleepy
...all kinds of images swim like tropical fish in the bathysphere inside my skull ...
John GeddesMots clés writing imagery thoughts images skull
Our interactions were confined to a nod as I settled down into my seat. A few days into our routine and we were like an old married couple--we'd just missed out the honeymoon and skipped straight from flirtation to habit." from "First Impressions
Josephine MylesFrom daybreak to sunset she turned her thoughts, like boulders, over. She set them in long lines. She rearranged their order...
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