290 Quotes About Imagery

Above the front door the fanlight glowed blue, delicate as wing-bones.

It was as hot as ever, even the turn of the moon bringing no relief, and the cries of cicadas fell like showers around me.

When he did appear his eyes were as brown as I remembered, pupils flecked with gold like beach pebbles.

She was a thin, sickly, bony child, like an eft, with fine hair like sunlit smoke.

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

And my life went to pieces, like a love letter in the rain.

They were contemplating moving into another house or, more exactly, loudly saying to each other, so as to be overheard by anyone who might be listening, that they were contemplating moving, when all at once the fiend was gone, as happens with the moskovett, that bitter blast, that colossus of cold air that blows on our eastern shores throughout March, and then one morning you hear the birds, and the flags hang flaccid, and the outlines of the world are again in place.

Lugh's decided to stick with bein mad at me. It's like traveling with a storm cloud. One of them that hangs low an heavy. The kind that builds an broods an keeps on buildin an brood in till everybody's got a sick headache.

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.