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Thank you for that succinct description, but I prefer to go in with facts," says Julie. "Stark
A picture can tell a thousand words,
but a few words can change it's story.
You might as well ask an artist to explain his art, or ask a poet to explain his poem. It defeats the purpose. The meaning is only clear thorough the search.
Black as the devil, hot as hell, pure as an angel, sweet as love.
To define a thing is to see it clearly, to see it as distinct from other things and at the same time to see its exact relationship with other things: for a thing is its relations and activities.
You want me to describe Elvis, WOW.
What is your one-sentence job description?
I don't want any description of me to be accurate; I want it to be flattering. I don't think people who have to sing for their supper ever like to be described truthfully - not in print anyway. We need to sell tickets, so we need good reviews.
The critic should describe, and not prescribe.
She wanted to know all about me, what I was like, who I was. I worried, there wasn't really much to tell. I had no preferences. I ate anything, wore anything, sat where you told me, slept where you said. I was infinitely adaptable.
You don't need many words if you already know what you're talking about.
Siobhan said that when you are writing a book you have to include some descriptions of things. I said that I could take photographs and put them in the book. But she said the idea of a book was to describe things using words so that people could read them and make a picture in their own head.
I hardly ever work from a synopsis
I find they act like chains.
Less really is more. It's a tendency of beginning writers to want to prove what they're talking about by going too far with description. I think you've got to keep it short, crisp and clean.
To suggest is to create; to describe is to destroy.
Thus the theory of description matters most.
It is the theory of the word for those
For whom the word is the making of the world,
The buzzing world and lisping firmament.
Here's a writing craft tool that you can remove from your toolbox and throw away: description. It's the stuff that most readers skim. Even when deftly done using the five senses it's a lead weight. It isn't needed anymore.
understanding about
Private and primitive and a bit on the funky and frightening
Details" is the beauty of this life.
To demonstrate is to show clearly & deliberately, and to describe is to give a detailed account in words.
That thing called 'Love' is defined when demonstrated, not when described.
One single glance will conquer all descriptions.
It would be bad form for me to describe people I don't know and don't understand.
I would describe myself like a landscape I've studied at length, in detail; like a word I'm coming to understand; like a pitcher I pour from at mealtime; like my mother's face; like a ship that carried me when the waters raged.
An attractive, elegant, slim woman. The sort of woman she never thought it was possible for her to be. She had become one of those women, those other women, who had seemed too perfectly put together to be real.
To define, is to select from among all the properties of a thing, those which shall be understood to be designated and declared by its name; and the properties must be well known to us before we can be competent to determine which of them are fittest to be chosen for this purpose.
A good dictionary can only help.
That she is beautiful, an impossible kind of beauty, composed of all the wrong elements: white hair, the flawless but deeply lined skin, the freckles of age dotting the hands and face.
To put it succinctly: description without prescription is the germ of resignation, and prescription without description is mere whim.
People ask me to describe myself, but it's a very personal thing. You don't feel comfortable.
You see a fleeting perfection of form merging with a significant substance, and you make a clicking noise only a hair's breadth away. You have judged something, reported something, ostensibly truthfully ... And when you made a clicking noise you said something eloquently if you are skilled.
The description and explanation is the best part of music reviewing. There is such a thing, and you know it too, as a gift for judgment. If you have it, you can say anything you like. If you haven't got it, you don't know you haven't got it.
To you, it's a book to read - a nicely printed stack of paper with a beautiful cover. To me, it's a living, breathing thing that I have invested my heart and soul in. It's much more than a stack of paper to me. It's my imagination - come alive in your hand.
How pathetic it is to describe these things which can't truly be described.
Empirical description involves enslavement to the object by decreeing passivity on the part of the subject.
There is no more merit in being able to attach a correct description to a picture than in being able to find out what is wrong with a stalled motorcar. In each case it is special knowledge.
I am not fond of lengthy descriptions of phony artworks.
The good stuff is in the details.
Details create the big picture.
A pleasure so exquisite as almost to amount to pain.
Great critics do not explicate a text; they describe it and then report on what they have described, if the description itself is not the criticism.
When you are describing,
A shape, or sound, or tint;
Don't state the matter plainly,
But put it in a hint;
And learn to look at all things,
With a sort of mental squint.
I will describe my eyes and then begin the story. My eyes are blue and resplendent. Now I will begin the story.
You're really looking for the truth of what the piece is about. And that's going to be different for different people.
Elegant as simplicity, and warm As ecstasy.
It is hot, the light is strong and I have an extraordinary sense of clarity, although quite what is clear I cannot express.
She described people, scenes, and objects she had never seen with the detail and precision of a Flemish master. Her words evoked textures and echoes, the color of voices, the rhythm of footsteps.
It wants, but does not demand. It asks, but doesn't take. It gives, and pleads for more. It is filled with desire, but also curiosity, and it teaches me that a kiss should come gift wrapped, not stripped naked
When you're telling a story, you've got to give details.
I'm really bad at describing my books. Journalists like to have things like "It's The Terminator Meets the Seven Dwarfs." And I can't do that with my books. If I could, I probably wouldn't write them.
Sensitive, responsive, eagerly welcomed everywhere, the drama, holding the mirror up to nature, by laughter and by tears reveals to mankind the world of men.
Verbal description of everything, however, must remain infinitely distant from the thing itself, overstatement and understatement sometimes hitting off the truth better than a flat assertion of bare fact.
A brisk, bright, blue-eyed fellow, a very neat figure and rather under the middle size, never out of the way and never in it.
What we take anything to be profoundly affects how we go about describing it, and how we describe something profoundly affects how we go about explaining, accounting for, or understanding what is what we are, in a sense, defining, by our description.
There are words to describe her, my dear, but one does not repeat them in polite company.
My only description for me is that there's no throwaway people. That's the creed that I live by. It doesn't matter if I'm singing or not. That's the kind of person that my father and mother wanted me to be. The end obligation is to make people feel good about who they are.
It lies like a leper in purple, it sits like a dead thing smeared with gold.
To me, self-description is a calamity.
A film that can be described in words is not really a film.
Say all you have to say in the fewest possible words, or your reader will be sure to skip them; and in the plainest possible words or he will certainly misunderstand them.
You write the facts as you see them, and there isn't a lull with a lot of description. No wonder people like to write about murder mysteries and dead bodies!
A different and much deeper sort of beauty altogether. The thing and yet not the thing.
Strikingly tall, broad, a thick head of silky chestnut hair, olive skin and beautiful almond shaped eyes. His was a strong face, masculine, powerful. I disliked it greatly.
A bird painted not with beauty but with all the dirt and wounds collected in a long hard life, in battle, in love, with torn feathers and a busted leg and a chipped beak and one of its eyes half closed; and yet a bird of deeper loveliness for all of that.
the sound of a barrel organ rising from the deepest golden vein of the day; two or three bars of a chorus, played on a distant piano over and over again, melting in the sun on the white pavement, lost in the fire of high noon.
I mean, you have a general tone of it but it's pretty much you get to come in and you're going to flip this car and it's going to blow up and you're going to come out on fire and you go oh, that's cool, and then you get paid a lot of money.
When a women speaks her truth, fires up her intention and feeling, stays tight with the instinctive nature, she is singing, she is living in the wild breath-stream of the soul.
When adding descriptions to your online listings or printed materials, lead with benefits and follow with features.
A painting of a person can be descriptive, but for me it's about all the things that make up a picture - the feelings, the brushstrokes - more than describing somebody. People latch on to the personalities when they talk about my work and forget the other parts.
Individual words, sounds, squiggles on paper with no meanings other than those with which our imagination can clothe them.
You know," he said, "I wish you could see this cave."
"What's it like?"
He paused. "It's ... beautiful, really."
"Tell me."
And so Po described to Katsa what hid in the blackness of the cave; and outside, the world awaited them.
Something that could not easily bu put into words and indeed might never be.
I'd tell you all you want and more, if the sounds I made could be what you hear
No time for poetry but exactly what is.
I don't have a great imagination to share something with you that you don't know, so it's about interpreting things - a dialogue.
There is little more I can add short of dissecting the man, or going into intimate details such as the modest proportions and slight southeasterly curvature of his manhood.
I just tell you what happens. I don't explain it.
A cold, calculating nightmare. Sharp as a finely honed blade. 'The Lucid Dreaming' cuts, separating the flesh before you even know you've been injured. It makes you bleed as a reader.
A tall, dark, cold eyed, warm lipped, firm chinned, young man of thirty
There are things that don't deserve to be said briefly.
The sweetest softest melody, as good a sound as the laughter of a pretty girl, or your mother calling you to dinner.
I knew words were like chains, they held me back ... the act of description taints the description.
The non-stop music wrapped a warm cocoon around her body. People's thoughts, rapid words flowed around her, without doing her any harm. She was part and parcel of the shop, a commodity like any other, an article in the first-floor department.
Skin white as snow, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony.
To describe my life precisely would take longer than to live it.
The notion of the infinite variety of detail and the multiplicity of forms is a pleasing one; in complexity are the fringes of beauty, and in variety are generosity and exuberance.
He's stoic and proud, bigger than life. Sharp jaw, intense eyes, armor made up of metal and ink. He is intensity and want and desire. He's happiness and frustration and comfort and hope and fear. He is my roller coaster.
A piece of simple goodness
a letter gushing from the heart; a beautiful unstudied vindication of the worth and untiring sweetness of human nature
a record of the invulnerability of man, armed with high purpose, sanctified by truth.
Like an apparently strict musical form it breaks the five minute whole into its structural parts - a descriptive preamble, the action of taking the cards, the development of the cards' manipulation and the revelation of what has been achieved.
We ain't anything more than a name and some likes and some distastes, and a story we tell about ourselves.'
And what others say about us.
While I hear from readers all the time that they love learning new things, I never want to do an "info-dump." Boring! I try to include enticing details and skip all the rest.
A traveler, the purer form, someone who collects impressions, dense anatomies of feeling but does not care to record them.
All that you can imagine you already know
A miscreant with coiffed, scented hair, a slender waist, the hips of a woman and the chest of a Prussian officer, with a finely tied cravat, by all girls admired. ~ [introduction of character Montparnasse]
The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things.
To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.
The chief beauty of this book lies not so much in its literary style, or in the extent and usefulness of the information it conveys, as in its simple truthfulness.
The photograph is an incomplete utterance, a message that depends on some external matrix of conditions and presuppositions for its readability.
The greatest honor that can be paid to the work of art, on its pedestal of ritual display, is to describe it with sensory completeness. We need a science of description. Criticism is ceremonial revivification.
Your purpose is to make your audience see what you saw, hear what you heard, feel what you felt. Relevant detail, couched in concrete, colorful language, is the best way to recreate the incident as it happened and to picture it for the audience.