Imagery Quote by Moira Young

“—Shush sweet baby, I said, so tired, and mixed her gripe water with whiskey and dill weed, but it did no good, so I…

— Kate Manning

“They stood at the bottom of the steps under a light shaped like a caged star, soothing each other with their thoughts as they…

— Sarah Rees Brennan

“I wonder why the wind, even the wind doth seem To mock me now, all night, all night, and Have I strayed among the…

— Ezra Pound

“It might be high summer all about but inside me everything is fall. The lonesomeness of a sad, slow closing of days, knowing frost…

— Guy Vanderhaeghe

“The rain had stopped and the sky was absurdly pretty, a single layer of floury cloudlets pinked and peached by the rising sun. Only…

— Glen Duncan

“He’s but a windlet that blows the dust about my ankles. There is another that I flee, and he is a storm that sweeps…

— Isaac Asimov

“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

“I hate it when storm clouds roll in, heralded by dazzling claps of thunder and lightning that boast an ocean of tears. This majestic…

— Richelle E. Goodrich

“Exactly what it sounded like, Munchkin. You want to live here in a Sentinel compound then you’re going to act like a Sentinel. You’re…

— R.L. Mathewson

“I had a dream about you. You were an escalator, and I was a flight of stairs. You thought I was a Luddite, and…

— Dora J. Arod

“All my hard work in overhearing it was it was about as rewarding to me as a man who lugs a chest up the…

— Arthur Golden

“Friend, we're traveling together. Throw off your tiredness. Let me show you one tiny spot of the beauty that cannot be spoken. I'm like…

— Rumi