Quote by Alice McDermott Download Open image ““He was a broad-faced man who looked good in hats. Who”” — Alice McDermott ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.0 out of 5 (5 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“He was a man who always gave the impression of wearing a top hat, even when he was not.” — Judy Budnitz Copy Share Image
“He was the perfect picture of a gentleman in a top hat and tails, fully sane and dreadfully victorious.” — Stephanie Garber Copy Share Image
“If the measure of a man was the size of his hat, these were great men indeed.” — Joe Abercrombie Copy Share Image
“His head was large, globular and oily; it sweated in all weathers; and his large round hat, set upon it sideways, looked like a… — James Joyce Copy Share Image
“Strikingly tall, broad, a thick head of silky chestnut hair, olive skin and beautiful almond shaped eyes. His was a strong face, masculine, powerful.… — Samantha Young Copy Share Image
“His black hat sat on his head with a careful, placed expression and his face had a fragile look as if it might have… — Flannery O'Connor Copy Share Image
“He was tall, and straight, with a lot of very thick, wild, white hair. In his grim brown face the nose curved fiercely, like… — Susan Cooper Copy Share Image
“His stride was long, tall, and proud. He wore a mask of proprietary disinterest, as though everything before his eyes belonged to him and… — S.G. Night Copy Share Image
“Yet he was a rather nice-looking young man, with crinkly russet eyes and crinkly red-brown hair, not to mention a chin that gave the… — L.M. Montgomery Copy Share Image
“He was a splendid specimen of manhood, standing a good two inches over six feet, broad of shoulder and narrow of hip, with the carriage of the trained fighting man. His features were regular and clear cut, his hair black and closely cropped, while his eyes were of a steel gray, reflecting a strong and loyal character, filled with fire… — Edgar Rice Burroughs Copy Share
“There are some things one is born to wear, and I had obviously been fated to wear this hat.” — Connie Willis Copy Share Image
“Some vestige of his race or of his sex made him think, whenever he looked out across the ocean: As it was before me and as it will be long after I’m gone. For the second time today, he touched his thumb to his fingertips. He could make it to the 1980s or 1990s, perhaps even to the next century,… — Alice McDermott Copy Share
“If you want to see how far we have not come from the cave and the woods, from the lonely and dangerous days of the prarie or the plain, witness the reaction of a modern suburban family, nearly ready for bed, when the doorbell rings or the door is rattled. They will stop where they stand, or sit bolt upright… — Alice McDermott Copy Share
“John Keane pressed his chest to the steering wheel as he put the key in the ignition, taking a deep breath as he did,… — Alice McDermott Copy Share Image
“The fourth contraction seized her and suddenly she was perspiring. She heard herself cry out and then she heard the children’s voices like sparks… — Alice McDermott Copy Share Image
“THE TINY SPIDERS that lived in the higher branches of the downed tree (which now meant the branches that lay on the other side of the crushed fence that separated front yard from back) were bright red. At the end of the day, even the careful children had the marks of them, bloody starbursts on their palms. And the smell… — Alice McDermott Copy Share
What makes a sentence, a phrase, a moment, or a scene delightful? Something about recognizing the truth in it, hearing the music in it, understanding, intuitively perhaps, that the words are just right. It's not a matter of even context - delight is not limited to scenes or descriptions of happiness or beauty - but of aesthetic appreciation of the… — Alice McDermott Copy Share
“Michael had slipped beyond the crest of the dune. Jacob was lying flat out now, on his stomach, his little men all before him,… — Alice McDermott Copy Share Image
“Not a soul,” Mary Keane said to her husband, the wind lifting her words, tossing them gently back over her shoulder, the way it… — Alice McDermott Copy Share Image
“There wasn’t a tear to be seen on the faces of the men and women in the street as the two of them walked down to Schrafft’s. Only him, again, leaning by the door, suit jacket and fedora, the sunlight striking gold, the leg he had favored bent back and pressed against the building. He was smoking a cigarette. He… — Alice McDermott Copy Share
“His love for his children bore down on his heart with the weight of three heavy stones. There were all his unnamed fears for them, and hopes for them. There was all he was powerless to change, including who they were—one too mild, one too easily tempted to be cruel, and the little girl (it was the weight of a… — Alice McDermott Copy Share
“Mr. Persichetti knew that six weeks before its time and with a good thirty-minute ride to the hospital once the ambulance came (would it… — Alice McDermott Copy Share Image
