{"quotes":[{"text":"The sun was late, stuck in heavy mist. When it finally broke free there was no one to see, no one to applaud its sterling effort, because everyone in Freemantle was heading west. The burnt orange blaze of dawn made it look like they were fleeing a fire, but all knew that the real conflagration lay ahead.","author":"Aaron D'Este","tags":["fantasy","imagery","young-adult"],"id":2563,"author_id":"Aaron+D%27Este"},{"text":"What one exorcises in this [imagery] way at little cost, and for the price of a few tears, will never in effect be reproduced.","author":"Jean Baudrillard","tags":["imagery","reality","reproduction"],"id":5131,"author_id":"Jean+Baudrillard"},{"text":"[M]en, though they know full well how much women are worth and how great the benefits we bring them, nonetheless seek to destroy us out of envy for our merits. It's just like the crow, when it produces white nestlings: it is so stricken by envy, knowing how black it is itself, that it kills its own offspring out of pique.","author":"Moderata Fonte","tags":["crows","dignity","empowerment","envy","feminism","gender","hypocrisy","imagery","inequality","jealousy","men","merits","misogyny","suppression","ugliness","women","worth"],"id":5753,"author_id":"Moderata+Fonte"},{"text":"Lisa was thinking, as she climbed the apparently unending staircase, the she had taken pretty long odds. She had not hesitated to buck the Tiger, Life. Simon Iff had warned her that she was acting on impulse. But--on the top of that--he had merely urged her to be true to it. She swore once more that she would stick to her guns. The black mood fell from her. She turned and looked upon the sea, now far below. The sun, a hollow orb of molten glory, hung quivering in the mist of the Mediterranean; and Lisa entered for a moment into a perfect peace of spirit. She became once with Nature, instead of a being eternally at war with it.","author":"Aleister Crowley","tags":["contrast","dissonance","imagery","nature"],"id":5887,"author_id":"Aleister+Crowley"},{"text":"Captain West advanced to meet me, and before our outstretched hands touched, before his face broke from repose to greeting and the lips moved to speech, I got the first astonishing impact of his personality. Long, lean, in his face a touch of race I as yet could only sense, he was as cool as the day was cold, as poised as a king or emperor, as remote as the farthest fixed star, as neutral as a proposition of Euclid. And then, just ere our hands met, a twinkle of--oh--such distant and controlled geniality quickened the many tiny wrinkles in the corner of the eyes; the clear blue of the eyes was suffused by an almost colourful warmth; the face, too, seemed similarly to suffuse; the thin lips, harsh-set the instant before, were as gracious as Bernhardt's when she moulds sound into speech. ","author":"Jack London","tags":["imagery","personality"],"id":9802,"author_id":"Jack+London"},{"text":"Twenty minutes into our walk away from the wall put us deep in a forest of fir, pine, cottonwood, and aspen trees. The lush forest floor was alive and danced with shadows cast from an endless parade of swaying trees. As we approached early evening it was cool and peaceful. The sound of the trees moving in the wind high above seemed like a friendly traveling companion, calling us farther and farther into the depths of the forest.","author":"Patrick Carman","tags":["beautiful-writing","forest","imagery","trees"],"id":17364,"author_id":"Patrick+Carman"},{"text":"The autumn twilight turned into deep and early night as they walked. Tristran could smell the distant winter on the air--a mixture of night-mist and crisp darkness and the tang of fallen leaves.","author":"Neil Gaiman","tags":["imagery","night","pretty-words","winter"],"id":19290,"author_id":"Neil+Gaiman"},{"text":"In the distance Richard could see the skyscrapers of Los Angeles rising out of the ocean; barnacle crusted concrete and steel emerging from crashing waves. Once a symbol of economic might, they were now a macabre monument to the mortality of man.","author":"Alexander Ferrick","tags":["imagery","los-angeles","materialism","natural-disaster","science-fiction"],"id":21244,"author_id":"Alexander+Ferrick"},{"text":"...All without any more sound than flipping over a playing card. And sitting in this limo, compared to my fifteen-year-old Volkswagen Beetle I'd bought off a friend, was as quiet as sitting at the bottom of a lake wearing earplugs.","author":"Haruki Murakami","tags":["imagery","metaphor"],"id":23106,"author_id":"Haruki+Murakami"},{"text":"He understood the code of his social class enough to affect an air of indifference about life.","author":"H.W. Brands","tags":["calmness","countenance","imagery","leadership","nonchalance"],"id":24956,"author_id":"H.W.+Brands"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":128,"pages":13,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}