#imagery

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. ↗

— Red Waterfall

#beauty

The cream and hot butter mingled and overflowed separating each glucose bead of caviar from its fellows, capping it in white and gold. ↗

— Evelyn Waugh

#beauty

The chill, like scurrying spiders, worked deeper into him, weaving webs of ice in the hollows of his bones. ↗

— Dean Koontz

#chilling #imagery #personification #beauty

We are in the dark places of the earth," said Madman. "Where all the ancient and most dangerous secrets are kept. There are Old Things down here, sleeping all around us, in the earth and in the living rock, and in the spaces between spaces. Keep your voices down. Some of these old creatures sleep but lightly, and even their dreams can have force and substance in our limited world. We have come among forgotten gods and sleeping devils, from the days before the world settled down and declared itself sane. ↗

— Simon R. Green

#imagery #dreams

Chase the dream, not the competition. ↗

— Lisa J. Ellwood

#dreams

...his monstrous dreams, peopled by ape-like creatures and by harlots with gleaming jewel eyes.. ↗

— James Joyce

#wonderful-imagery #dreams

I wasn't so inclined to tell anyone else in my family about my plan. It was very new and felt about as vulnerable as a day-old mouse, its eyelids still sealed shut. ↗

— Jeanne Ray

#family

They spell-caught the sounds of cat paws, the breath of fish, the spittle of birds, the hairs of a woman's beard, and the roots of a mountain, and spun them around the sinews of a bear. That made a bond that looked as fine as a ribbon of silk, but, since it was made of things not in this world, it was so strong nothing in the world could break it. ↗

— Ingri d'Aulaire

#imagery #imagination #myth #imagination

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 Crowley

#poetic #romantic #beauty

The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit. ↗

— Scott Westerfeld

#color