Beautiful Imagery Quotes

“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, Graffiti Moon

“From what we cannot hold the stars are made.”
― Benjamin Alire Sáenz Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

“The evening sky was awash with peach, apricot, cream: tender little ice-cream clouds in a wide orange sky.”
― Philip Pullman, The Golden Compass

“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 Clarke, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell

“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, Brideshead Revisited

“Use your imagination to create your beautiful life.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“In a valley shaded with rhododendrons, close to the snow line, where a stream milky with meltwater splashed and where doves and linnets flew among the immense pines, lay a cave, half, hidden by the crag above and the stiff heavy leaves that clustered below.

The woods were full of sound: the stream between the rocks, the wind among the needles of the pine branches, the chitter of insects and the cries of small arboreal mammals, as well as the birdsong; and from time to time a stronger gust of wind would make one of the branches of a cedar or a fir move against another and groan like a cello.

It was a place of brilliant sunlight, never undappled. Shafts of lemon-gold brilliance lanced down to the forest floor between bars and pools of brown-green shade; and the light was never still, never constant, because drifting mist would often float among the treetops, filtering all the sunlight to a pearly sheen and brushing every pine cone with moisture that glistened when the mist lifted. Sometimes the wetness in the clouds condensed into tiny drops half mist and half rain, which floated downward rather than fell, making a soft rustling patter among the millions of needles.

There was a narrow path beside the stream, which led from a village-little more than a cluster of herdsmen's dwellings - at the foot of the valley to a half-ruined shrine near the glacier at its head, a place where faded silken flags streamed out in the Perpetual winds from the high mountains, and offerings of barley cakes and dried tea were placed by pious villagers. An odd effect of the light, the ice, and the vapor enveloped the head of the valley in perpetual rainbows.”
― Philip Pullman, The Amber Spyglass

“He didn't really care if they felt that way or not: he just needed them to say it, he needed to feel that something lay beneath their imperturbable calm, that somewhere within them ran a thin stream of quick, cool water, teeming with delicate lives, minnows and grasses and tiny white flowers, all tender and easily wounded and so vulnerable you couldn't see them without aching for them.”
― Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

“The river plunged down in a long waterfall, plashing into several rocky pools on its way down the cliff.”
― Alison Croggon, The Naming

“I have never seen so many ugly dresses. I cannot find this dress, which was woven out of daydreams and naiveté.”
― Jan Karon, Come Rain or Come Shine

“I am blessed.
I am beautiful.
I am great.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“At these times, the things that troubled her seemed far away and unimportant: all that mattered was the hum of the bees and the chirp of birdsong, the way the sun gleamed on the edge of a blue wildflower, the distant bleat and clink of grazing goats.”
― Alison Croggon, The Naming

“The weather was clear and still, and the countless stars opened above them, seeming like brilliant cold fruits that Maerad could simply pick out of the sky.”
― Alison Croggon, The Riddle

“she is born in the breath of a cloud”
― Patrick Ness, The Crane Wife

“and in the soil
of his being,
a soul is planted
bearing the fruits
of his masterpiece”
― Ali Nuri, Rain and Embers

“The pale sword came shivering through the air”
― George R.R. Martin, A Game of Thrones

“We must experience Heaven on earth;
May your homes, surroundings and work places portray a safe clean environment.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!

“In build and coat and brush he was a huge timber-wolf; but the lie was given to his wolf-hood by his color and marking. There the dog unmistakably advertised itself. No wolf was ever colored like him. He was brown, deep brown, red-brown, an orgy of browns. Back and shoulders were a warm brown that paled on the sides and underneath to a yellow that was dingy because of the brown that lingered in it. The white of the throat and paws and the spots over the eyes was dirty because of the persistent and ineradicable brown, while the eyes themselves were twin topazes, golden and brown.”
― Jack London, Brown Wolf

“I've got words
residing inside me
freely meandering
reshaping a wasteland
into the prospect
of treasured home again”
― Ali Nuri, Rain and Embers

“It’s nearly nightfall, the vast evening sky as resplendent and intricate as that quilt hanging from the wooden knob on the side of Grandma’s dresser. This sky is like the work of a seamstress, sown tangerine-orange, raspberry-pink, and dappled with cream-white clouds for an extra touch, the finished product so lush and vibrant that I could gape at it for hours.”
― McCaid Paul, Sweet Tea & Snap Peas

“The kitchen of the Big House was always one of my favorite places. Airy and sunny. No modern cabinets or anything like that. Just a room full of windows, set into wise, worn walls.”
― Suzanne Palmieri, The Witch of Belladonna Bay

“Sometimes you don't have to look deep to cherish beauty.”
― Sarvesh Jain, Naked Wisdom of the child

“It was November 3 and the floor of the train held onto his feet”
― Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

“Romanticism, which has helped to fill some dull blanks with love and knowledge, had not yet penetrated the times with its leaven and entered into everybody's food; it was fermenting still as a distinguishable vigorous enthusiasm in certain long-haired German artists at Rome, and the youth of other nations who worked or idled near them were sometimes caught in the spreading movement.”
― George Eliot, Middlemarch

“Not like that," Na'imah instructs, shaking her head so hard that a shower of orange flower petals fall from her curls. Dragonflies orbit her head as she repositions a maji's hands around her cheetanaire's temples. "Feel the connection.”
― Tomi Adeyemi, Children of Virtue and Vengeance

“The kitchen door, painted red from the day Naomi moved in, and a geranium, also red, outside on the stoop, gave the whole area a feeling of whimsy.”
― Suzanne Palmieri, The Witch of Belladonna Bay

“Take time each day to pulse and reflect on the beauty of life.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“Her moral obligation
to keep our hearts entwined.
Her preeminent love,
smelling like life,
in a good way,
familiar like an ancient woodcut,
a private postcard in the midst of a crowd,
in an old T-shirt to soak up the memories,
committed to recycling life,
repairing the nucleus.”
― Brian D'Ambrosio

“Whatever you need, I will find a way to get it to you. I will give you the moon, and more.”
― Sarah Dessen, The Moon and More

“I remember one woman making paper flowers to sell, with different herbs . . . She made them so fast, and so many . . . that as I watched, her first few zinnias became quickly enough a few hundred, and grew in their happiness to the size of sunflowers. The sunflowers themselves grew to the size of pumpkins, the snapdragons grew ominous, and the rosemary fragrant.”
― Alberto Alvaro Ríos, Capirotada: A Nogales Memoir