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Those eyes had seen people weep, and had cared, and had hurt them again anyway. It’s a look that no ...

Words are pale shadows of forgotten names. As names have power, words have power. Words can light fi...

It slowly began to dawn on me that I had been staring at her for an impossible amount of time. Lost ...

Using words to talk of words is like using a pencil to draw a picture of itself, on itself. Impossib...

The evening sky was awash with peach, apricot, cream: tender little ice-cream clouds in a wide orang...

She had an evil face, smoothed by hypocrisy; but her manners were excellent.

The fruition of the year had come and the night should have been fine with a moon in the sky and the...

Description is what makes the reader a sensory participant in the story. Good description is a learn...

It is not enough to say the crow flies purposefully, or heavily, or rowingly, or whatever. There are...

His voice gave out and he made several wavy motions with his hand, indicative of the shape of a woma...

It was still early, and the sun's lower limb was just free of the hill, his rays, ungenial and peeri...

Hot weather opens the skull of a city, exposing its white brain, and its heart of nerves, which sizz...

Admirable, however, as the Paris of the present day appears to you, build up and put together again ...

Meantime the clang of the bows and the shouts of the combatants mixed fearfully with the sound of th...

He was a compact, clearcut man, with precise features, a lot of very soft black hair, and thoughtful...

She grew up in the ordinary paradise of the English countryside. When she was five she walked to sch...

But a man's beauty represents inner, functional truths: his face shows what he can do.

The world always says the same thing. And in that patient truth which proceeds from star to star is ...

Living above the world, each discovering his own weight, seeing his face brighten and darken with th...

Gula and Cali lie on their sides, their tiny adder-mouths showing the pink of their palates, their b...

The child-like, gum-chewing naïveté , the glamour rooted in despair, the self admiring carelessness,...

The music as always had a dark sweet luster, but it was more than ever like an endless beginning-a t...

Alex Barrow’s broad face, with the roughened skin that gave him an air of experience. His powerful, ...

Dark-bright fire lit eyes

A synonym is a word you use when you can't spell the other one.

Eloquence is painted thought, and thus those who, after having painted it, add somewhat more, make a...

In writing. Don't use adjectives which merely tell us how you want us to feel about the thing you ar...

The city was asleep, and the bookshop felt like a boat adrift in a sea of silence and shadows.

A solitary finger of light fell upon it, illuminating motes of golden dust floating in the air.

Lady Moon rose an' gazed o'er my busted'n'beautsome Valleys with silv'ry'n'sorryin' eyes, an' the di...

The sun was deaf'nin' so high up, yay, it roared an' time streamed from it.

She told him that he had the most beautiful voice she'd ever heard, that it sounded like whiskey and...

He suddenly exploded in a flurry of arms and legs, out of which flew a ball.

The bowler approached the wicket at a lope, a trot, and then a run. He suddenly exploded in a flurry...

The immense accretion of flesh which had descended on her in middle life like a flood of lava on a d...

String theory is an attempt at a deeper description of nature by thinking of an elementary particle ...

The moon was up now and the trees were dark against it, and he passed the frame houses with their na...

Under the glass porte-cochère of a theatre Amory stood, watching the first great drops of rain splat...

Nippers was a whiskered, sallow, and, upon the whole, rather piratical-looking young man of about fi...

The viscountess had raised the forefinger of her right hand and made a pretty gesture toward a stool...

However gross a man may be, the minute he expresses a strong and genuine affection, some inner secre...

I was shown into a room. A red room. Red wallpaper, red curtains, red carpet. They said it was a sit...

The house was silent, but somewhere in the garden was a swimming pool filled with unsettled water.

The castle grounds were gleaming in the sunlight as though freshly painted; the cloudless sky smiled...

Dark spruce frowned on either side of the frozen waterway.

She had always wanted to do every thing, and had made more progress in both drawing and music than m...

…although her mouth uttered fond words, her eyes spoke only venom.

The sky was like ebony and the only illumination was the harsh white light of the central streetlamp...

Time, I think, is like walking backward away from something: say, from a kiss. First there is the ki...

The moon hung over the planet Earth, a dead thing over a dying thing.

Inside the building, the sun lights up segments of the rotting wooden floor through the many holes i...

At last he said, "Did you come out of the big mountains?"Gitano shook his head slowly. "No, I walked...

All this happened in much less time than it takes to tell, since I am trying to interpret for you in...

Everything about her was sweet, pale like honey. You would not have been surprised to see a bee caug...

Something moved on the grounds down beneath my window — cast a long spider of shadow out across the ...

Gansey clucked at his bedraggled reflection in the dark-framed mirror hanging in the front hallway. ...

... Odette seemed a fascinating and desirable woman, the attraction which her body held for him had ...

A 'sadist' of her kind is an artist in evil, which a wholly wicked person could not be...

All the objects which he contemplated with as much curiosity and admiration as gratitude, for if, in...

... it was with an unusual intensity of pleasure, a pleasure destined to have a lasting effect upon ...

My dears, laugh at me if you like; it is not conventionally beautiful, but there is something in its...

... it had arrested for all eternity the moment which it had been trying to make pass more quickly.

Among all the methods by which love is brought into being, among all the agents which disseminate th...

... the cattleyas especially (these being, with chrysanthemums, her favourite flowers), because they...

Swann, with that almost arrogant charity of a man of the world who, amid the dissolution of all his ...

But the lies which Odette ordinarily told were less innocent, and served to prevent discoveries whic...

... they imagine that the life they are obliged to lead is not that for which they are really fitted...

He went farther; agonised by the reflection, at the moment when it passed by him, so near and yet so...

At the moment when, ordinarily, there was still an hour to be lived through before meal-time sounded...

A 'real' person, profoundly as we may sympathise with him, is in a great measure perceptible only th...

... there was no need for him to hasten towards the attainment of a happiness already captured and h...

The flowers which played then among the grass, the water which rippled past in the sunshine, the who...

... the kiss, the bodily surrender which would seem natural and but moderately attractive...

Swann could at once detect in this story one of those fragments of literal truth which liars, when t...

It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hil...

The chronicle of a man, the account of his life, his historiography, written as he lived out his lif...