Vivid Quotes

“GLOBAL TEMPERATURES HAVE LOWERED BY ONE DEGREE. GLOBEWIDE NATURAL INGREDIENT SHORTAGE IN EFFECT AS OF THIS MESSAGE UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE ”
― Adam Scott Huerta, Motive Black: A novel

“L.G.B.T.Q.I.P.O.Z.A.A.C.V………….” ”
― Adam Scott Huerta, Motive Black: A novel

“Stepfather?" "It means he fucks your mum and isn't really your dad.”
― Adam Scott Huerta, Motive Black: A novel

“What seemed at first like an act of incandescent self-destruction turned out to be the onramp to a bleak treadmill, one that felt designed to eradicate my personality and identity. It didn’t end my self-recrimination and misery. Instead, it illustrated just how good I’d had it living on the street.”
― Alan Bradley, The Sixth Borough

“Look around! Look what we’ve done to the world. We fucked everything up. In a few years it’s going to be unlivable. We don’t deserve to be stewards of this planet. And that pales to the things we do to each other. We’re monsters, Sander, and someone needs to end it.”
― Alan Bradley, The Sixth Borough

“Somewhere, things must be beautiful and vivid. Somewhere else, life has to be beautiful and vivid and rich. Not like this muted palette -a pale blue bedroom, washed out sunny sky, dull green yellow brown of the fields. Here, I know ever twist of every road, every blade of grass, every face in this town, and I am suffocating.”
― Lisa Ann Sandell, A Map of the Known World

“Vivid simplicity is the articulation, the nature of genius. Wisdom is greater than intelligence; intelligence is greater than philosobabble.”
― Criss Jami, Killosophy

“Soul mates meet in a place where time stands still. You recall where you were when the call came in. The vivid colors of the day. The season. The way the sun was streaming in or how the rain fell upon the glass. That’s how you know it was your destiny. You can remember the smallest details of your meeting. And you thought it wouldn’t matter.”
― Kate McGahan, Jack McAfghan: Return from Rainbow Bridge: A Dog's Afterlife Story of Loss, Love and Renewal

“Let it shine, the light in you.
Oh, and that's delighting me!
Various colors shining through.
Elated, it fills my soul with ecstasy.”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, A-Z of Happiness: Tips for Living and Breaking Through the Chain that Separates You from Getting That Dream Job

“Their rising all at once was as the sound
Of thunder heard remote.”
― John Milton

“We meet in a place where time stands still. You recall where you were when the call came in. The vivid colors of the day. The season. The way the sun was streaming in or rain falling on the glass. That’s how you know it was your destiny. You can remember all the tiny details of your meeting. And you thought it wouldn’t matter.”
― Kate McGahan, Jack McAfghan: Return from Rainbow Bridge: A Dog's Afterlife Story of Loss, Love and Renewal

“The head of all flower heads is one flower; the sunflower in the sky, that gives the others vivid color stemming from the inside.”
― Curtis Tyrone Jones, Mirrors Of The Sun: Finding Reflections Of Light In The Shittiness Of Life

“When one finds oneself in the kind of strange, unsettling circumstances as I presently find myself, it is only natural, after all, to have a few, unusual, vivid dreams.”
― M.D. Elster, Four Kings

“A sick man's dreams are often extraordinarily distinct and vivid and extremely life-like. A scene may be composed of the most unnatural and incongruous elements, but the setting and presentation are so plausible, the details so subtle, so unexpected, so artistically in harmony with the whole picture, that the dreamer could not invent them for himself in his waking state, even if he were an artist like Pushkin or Turgenev. Such morbid dreams always make a strong impression on the dreamer's already disturbed and excited nerves, and are remembered for a long time.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment

“Leave no livid life in your days but vivid days in your life”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, A-Z of Happiness: Tips for Living and Breaking Through the Chain that Separates You from Getting That Dream Job

“You assumed whatever was vivid to yourself was vivid to others, and vice versa, but she was going to make him spell it out, for the first time in either of their lives.”
― Garth Risk Hallberg, City on Fire

“You ran quite far and almost
got away. But I set
fire to your ghost,
and the sweet, sick haze
of that burning rose

has found you out.”
― Jill Alexander Essbaum, Heaven

“Day vivified the city, and we found a rogue path through the dunes down to the beach, the foam edge of teal sea. The whole sky celestial sapphire.”
― Aspen Matis, Your Blue Is Not My Blue: A Missing Person Memoir

“A shrieking battle cry echoed on the wind, a spine-tingling scream that sounded like the baying of the wolves closing in on their prey.”
― Raymond E. Feist, Honored Enemy

“Seconds slowed and passed before Nicholas's mind's eye like a parade of snails upon the garden path.”
― Raymond E. Feist, The King's Buccaneer

“Of course Paula had revealed her trouble to no one. She preserved it in her private heart like the awful bloody arcana of a mystical religion.”
― Iris Murdoch, The Nice and the Good

“Did I ever tell you how pretty she was? She was so very pretty, and so adorably nimble of tongue. Quick, glancing, vivid, she twinkled in the heavy Jena firmament like some strange little star. She led Papa and me by the nose, and we loved it.”
― Elizabeth von Arnim, Fraulein Schmidt and Mr Anstruther

“I wish I'd been born with your capacity for wonder. I wouldn't mind living a shorter life if my short life could be as vivid as yours.”
― Sara Baume

“Harry tore open the envelope while Hedwig helped herself to some of Neville's cornflakes.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban

“Under our ribs
our hearts are bloody stars. Shine on
shine on, and horses in their galloping flight
strike the curve of ribs.”
― Joy Harjo, She Had Some Horses

“Before I could say anything the other gagged my mouth with a stone ball. I wanted to
say what fools they were, but not the first fool in Dolingo. How could I confess anything
with my mouth gagged? And the boy’s smell came to my nose again, so strong, almost as
if he was right outside this cell, but now moving away. The one-eyed scientist pulled a
knot at his neck and removed his hood.

Bad Ibeji. I heard of one found at the foot of the Hills of Enchantment, which the
Sangoma burned, even though it was already dead. Even in death it shook the
unshakable woman, for it was the one mingi she would kill on sight. Bad Ibeji was never
to be born but is not the unborn Douada, who roams the spirit world, wiggling on air
like a tadpole and sometimes slipping into this world through a newborn. Bad Ibeji was
the twin that the womb squeezed and crushed, tried to melt, but could not melt away.
Bad Ibeji grows on its malcontent like that devil of the body’s own flesh, that bursts
through the breasts of woman, killing her by poisoning her blood and bone. Bad Ibeji
knows it will never be the favored one, so it attacks the other twin in the womb. Bad
Ibeji sometimes dies at birth when the mind did not grow. When the mind did grow, all
it knows to do is survive. It burrows into the twin’s skin, sucking food and water from
his flesh. It leaves the womb with the twin, and sticks so tight to his skin that the mother
thinks this too is the baby’s flesh, unformed, ugly like a burn and not handsome, and
sometimes throws away them both to the open lands to die. It is wrinkled and puffy
flesh, and skin and hair, and one eye big and a mouth that drools without stop, and one
hand with claws and another stuck on the belly as if sewn, and useless legs that flap like
fins, a thin penis, stiff like a finger, and hole that bursts shit like lava. It hates the twin
for it will never be the twin, but it needs the twin for it cannot eat food, or drink water as
it has no throat, and teeth grow anywhere, even above the eye. Parasite. Fat, and lumpy,
like cow entrails tied together, and leaving slime where it crawls.”
― Marlon James, Black Leopard, Red Wolf

“Before I could say anything the other gagged my mouth with a stone ball. I wanted to say what fools they were, but not the first fool in Dolingo. How could I confess anything with my mouth gagged? And the boy’s smell came to my nose again, so strong, almost as if he was right outside this cell, but now moving away. The one-eyed scientist pulled a knot at his neck and removed his hood.

Bad Ibeji. I heard of one found at the foot of the Hills of Enchantment, which the Sangoma burned, even though it was already dead. Even in death it shook the unshakable woman, for it was the one mingi she would kill on sight. Bad Ibeji was never to be born but is not the unborn Douada, who roams the spirit world, wiggling on air like a tadpole and sometimes slipping into this world through a newborn. Bad Ibeji was the twin that the womb squeezed and crushed, tried to melt, but could not melt away. Bad Ibeji grows on its malcontent like that devil of the body’s own flesh, that bursts through the breasts of woman, killing her by poisoning her blood and bone. Bad Ibeji knows it will never be the favored one, so it attacks the other twin in the womb. Bad Ibeji sometimes dies at birth when the mind did not grow. When the mind did grow, all it knows to do is survive. It burrows into the twin’s skin, sucking food and water from his flesh. It leaves the womb with the twin, and sticks so tight to his skin that the mother thinks this too is the baby’s flesh, unformed, ugly like a burn and not handsome, and sometimes throws away them both to the open lands to die. It is wrinkled and puffy flesh, and skin and hair, and one eye big and a mouth that drools without stop, and one hand with claws and another stuck on the belly as if sewn, and useless legs that flap like fins, a thin penis, stiff like a finger, and hole that bursts shit like lava. It hates the twin for it will never be the twin, but it needs the twin for it cannot eat food, or drink water as it has no throat, and teeth grow anywhere, even above the eye. Parasite. Fat, and lumpy, like cow entrails tied together, and leaving slime where it crawls.

The Bad Ibeji’s one hand splayed itself on the one-eyed scientist’s neck and chest. He unhooked each claw and a little blood ran out of each hole. The second hand unwrapped itself from the scientist’s waist, leaving a welt. I shook and screamed into the gag and kicked against the shackles but the only thing free was my nose to huff. The Bad Ibeji pulled his head off the twin’s shoulder and one eye popped open. The head, a lump upon a lump, upon a lump, with warts, and veins, and huge swellings on the right cheek with a little thing flapping like a finger. His mouth, squeezed at the corners, flopped open, and his body jerked and sagged like kneaded flour being slapped. From the mouth came a gurgle like from a baby. The Bad Ibeji left the scientist’s shoulder and slithered on my belly and up to my chest, smelling of arm funk and shit of the sick. The other scientist grabbed my head with both sides and held it stiff. I struggled and struggled, shaking, trying to nod, trying to kick, trying to scream, but all I could do was blink and breathe.”
― Marlon James

“Architecture today need not be just that which you bump up against when you try to look at something else nor a monument culturally framed and rendered visible by its own importance. Architecture’s new confounds are not just making buildings visible but are encouraging them to find ways to make perception enter the realm of experience rather than vision, to make images that produce material impressions, to make experience that is vivid.”
― Sylvia Lavin, Kissing Architecture

“Jonduri at night was a red how of lanterns, a fume of spoiled drinks,a raucous, too-loud conversation over spicy food”
― F.C. Yee, The Dawn of Yangchen

“She quaffs tea with the air of a sailor drinking whiskey.”
― Robert Jackson Bennett, 100 Countryside Scenes Adult Coloring Book: An Adult Coloring Book Featuring 100 Amazing Coloring Pages with Beautiful Beautiful Flowers, and Romantic ... Countryside Landscapes