290 Quotes About Imagery

Lincoln was a master of small group theatrics.

It’s so dark that I can hear the sea better than I can see it. Shhhhh, Shhhhh, it says, like I’m a fretful child and it’s my mother, though if the sea were my mother, I’d rather have been an orphan.

In which star of the unclimbed sky wilt though begin our search? Or in which of the secret streams of the ocean where the last green rays are quenched in oozy darkness?

Let the snake wait underhis weedand the writingbe of words, slow and quick, sharpto strike, quiet to wait,sleepless.--through metaphor to reconcilethe people and the stones.Compose. (No ideasbut in things) Invent!Saxifrage is my flower that splitsthe rocks.

All about us the earth steamed; mists rose up toward heaven like clouds of incense; a shattered rainbow still hovered in the air.

Animals. Let them burn, then. Let the streets be filled with the smell of their sacrifice. Let this place be called racca, ichabod, wormwood.FlexAnd power transformers atop lightpoles bloomed into nacreous purple light, spitting catherine-wheel sparks. High-tension wires fell into the streets in pick-up-sticks tangles...

Stars slid away like rain, she was gone so long.

Forth into the quiet evening, where above the smooth downs the wind was lulled to sleep in the vast silent spaces of the sky.

and on that thin-mooned night, I could see little more than her silhouette except for when she smoked, the burning cherry of the cigarette washing her face in pale red light.