Imagery Quote by Gustave Flaubert

“She sauntered in the August rain With an endless rhythm of pain, With a desire to run To reach his arms that warmed her,…

— Natasha Jain

“She was about to laugh at the selfishness of her reaction, but she was distracted by the cool evening air when she stepped outside,…

— Tom Perrotta

“The wind languished. The floral curtain ceased flapping. The moonlight streamed through, lighting up her face. It was a young, animated face. At that…

— Qiu Xiaolong

“... on the lawn one late summer day, her pale hair tangled because she'd cry if anyone tried to brush it, spinning around and…

— Holly Black

“She sketched songbirds when she was supposed to be minding her lessons, and she sketched church mice when she was meant to be at…

— Tessa Dare

“She ate her breakfast in silence, then drove downtown in weather so lowering the streetlights seemed decapitated. This was when you could discover if…

— Thomas McGuane

“She had golden blazing sun kissed hair, which hung down in loose, lazy spirals, a heart shaped pouted mouth, which was pink tinged with…

— Keira D. Skye

“She wandered out for a walk. It was the kind of day that pretends spring has come, even though it hasn't. The air smelled…

— Eloisa James

“People, her people at least, were always chasing shattered hopes. A father gazing down on dead soil, with a brood of hollow-cheeked children sitting…

— A Cruel Harvest

“She sat beside him on the bench, and her presence troubled him. He was inside the atmosphere, or light, or scent she spread, as…

— A.S. Byatt

“The wind played in her hair. The moon looked down from its throne in the royal purple sky and smiled at her. The night…

— Thea Harrison

“It started to rain. Fat, heavy drops of summer rain - the kind that always struck her as vaguely lewd and debauched. Little potbellied…

— Tessa Dare