Vividly Quotes

We have as many planes of speech as does a painting planes of perspective which create perspective in a phrase. The most important word stands out most vividly defined in the very foreground of the sound plane. Less important words create a series of deeper planes.

I wanted to put all my family stories down for my girls, and I remember everything so vividly. I just wanted to put everything down while I still can remember it all.

For me, the vast marvel is to be alive. For man, or for flowers or beast or bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly and perfectly alive.

I remember so vividly playing a scene with Jimmy Stewart. I was in the back of a covered wagon, and we were doing this little talk in the wilderness. They did his close-up first. I was looking at him and thinking, ‘How does he do that?’ He is not ‘doing’ anything, and yet everything is there.

Adverbs, we know, are meant to modify a verb, an adjective, or another adverb. They help us understand things more clearly, more vividly, more… morely.

When I was 13 years old, I went to visit my aunt and uncle in Washington, D.C., and they just deposited me at the National Gallery. I would go from Rembrandt to Picasso – I remember that experience so vividly.

Kublai noticed this uncommon perception that Marco Polo has, with the idea to explain and talk about his country so vividly that he can see it.

I vividly remember a conversation I had many years ago in 1974, which marked a turning point in my leadership journey. I was sitting at a Holiday Inn with my friend, Kurt Campmeyer, when he asked me if I had a personal growth plan. I didn’t. In fact, I didn’t even know you were supposed to have one.

I had been told from school onwards that the best definition of a human being was man the tool-maker – yet I had just watched a chimp tool-maker in action. I remember that day as vividly as if it was yesterday.

As adults, when we attend to something in the world we are vividly conscious of that particular thing, and we shut out the surrounding world. The classic metaphor is that attention is like a spotlight, illuminating one part of the world and leaving the rest in darkness.

I vividly remember throwing a bowl of porridge at my husband Rayne once when he defended the children instead of me – the patch on the ceiling stayed for years.

I vividly remember Charles Bronson’s face in ‘Chino.’ The western genre is screaming for a face like that.

The music that was popular in your youth seems to be the music you recall most vividly – and most nostalgically – for the rest of your life. But so is the music that was popular in your parents’ youth.

When I say dirt-poor, I mean Mom made maybe $25,000 a year. I remember buying milk with food stamps. Vividly. So, growing up, I was the minority.

For man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, most perfectly alive.

I remember vividly as a 15-year-old, in 1964, seeing Derry play Glentoran in the Irish Cup Final at Windsor Park in Belfast. Glentoran were one of the two big Belfast teams, along with Linfield. Any rural team playing them was up against the odds.

My dad took me to see James Brown live, and that’s so cool, cause I don’t think many people my age can say they saw James Brown. I’m pretty proud of that. That’s the thing about me that no one really knows. I had to have been 6 or 7, but I remember it vividly.

My mother was electric onstage, and I vividly recall the extraordinary power she had over her audiences.

I vividly remember segregation – separate schools, sitting in the balcony at the movie theater, being barred from the public swimming pool.

There’s a real difference of what one believed was one’s chief responsibility between American professors and Chinese professors. This was vividly revealed to me when I compared what I could learn in Chicago and what I could learn in China.

I do remember vividly sometime after puberty when I’d answer the phone at home and the callers began to say, ‘Hi, Bill!’ That’s when I knew Dad and I had the same voice.

The strongest influences in my life and my work are always whomever I love. Whomever I love and am with most of the time, or whomever I remember most vividly. I think that’s true of everyone, don’t you?

One of my goals is to allow readers to see my characters and the world they inhabit as vividly as possible.

My mother scrubbed other people’s floors for a living, and I remember vividly her worrying about being down to the last half crown for the week. And I was aware of it, and absolutely determined that under no circumstances would that ever happen to me.

I remember vividly, as a kid, my mother had ‘Jesus Was a Capricorn’ and used to listen to it over and over and over.

I vividly remember my first day on the White House staff. My office, of course, was in the Old Executive Office Building. I didn’t rate one in the West Wing; but don’t try to tell me or any of the rest of us working there that we weren’t working in the White House.

Theatre is a more difficult visual medium than films. You need to hold the attention span of the audience without goofing up and be able to express yourself as vividly as possible.

I vividly remember my sixth-grade classroom. I remember what it smelled like, where I sat, what I could see out the window, and how I felt about things. Peel away my decrepit middle-aged exterior, and an important part of me is still twelve years old. It helps me when I sit down to write stories for kids.

All the teaching I had ever received had failed to make me apply such intelligence as I was possessed of, directly and vividly: there had never been any sunshine, as regards language, in the earlier grey days of learning, for the sky had always pelted with gerunds and optatives.

For all its terrible faults, in one sense America is still the last, best hope of mankind, because it spells out so vividly the kind of happiness that most people actually want, regardless of what they are told they ought to want.

I remember very vividly going to school, being very happy, and then just having guys there who were just out to make my life miserable.

When looking through the spiritual eye, or the third eye encased within the human mind, one can see vividly beyond the ken of human eyesight, beyond the material atom, and into the future, thereby transcending the limitations of time and space.

I vividly remember being 14. That was the age when I started to get happy: I started being a writer and stopped being a loser.

I’ve always taken the view that works of art are not just things that we enjoy. They can convey truths about the world more vividly and to greater effect than ordinary philosophical prose can because they don’t just deal in ideas but show the emotional reality of them.

Nineteen is as alive as 40-plus. I can vividly remember 19 and how I saw the world.

Not to age myself, but I remember vividly ‘Schoolhouse Rock!’ and entrust my grammar to it.

To this day, I remember vividly Missy Elliott, Ludacris, and my grandma riding in a golf cart to set. My grandma went back to Ohio and told her bowling friends, ‘Guess what? I was riding to set with Missy and Ridiculous!’

When the war started, we became refugees, and it was a really tough time. I was six years old. These were really hard times. I remember them vividly, but it’s not something you want to remember or think about.

I grew up with very little. I remember vividly using buckets of water to shower.

I vividly remember the summer of 1964 with its voter registration drives, boiling racial tensions, and the erupting awareness of the cruelty of racism. I was never the same after that summer.

I remember this vividly: It was 1977, and I was in Sears with my mom. And I saw this display, and it was for ‘Love Gun.’ I bought the record just because of the look of that display. Because I really loved monsters.

I suppose that few people ever forget the first sight of a palm-tree of any species. I vividly remember seeing one for the first time at Malaga, but the coco-palm groves of the Pacific have a strangeness and witchery of their own.

As I travelled around Australia, strangers in pubs, on airplanes, in beach parking lots would bring up Gina Rinehart, not knowing I was writing about her. Everybody had something to say, some of it thoughtful, some of it poorly informed, some of it vividly obscene.

Imagination is the wide-open eye which leads us always to see truth more vividly.

I remember so vividly the first time I saw one of Marshall Wyatt’s superb compilations called ‘Folks He Sure Do Pull Some Bow’ and seeing a picture of a black fiddler and freaking out. I had stumbled upon the hidden legacy of the black string band and I wanted to know more.

I gave my heart to the Lord, and I remember the incident vividly. The Lord spoke to me. I know that sounds funny. It was not an audible voice or anything of that nature.

When a place comes across vividly in a novel, it’s often compared to a character. I can remember writing teachers who encouraged me to treat setting as if it were a character, to give it three dimensions, to make it come alive, jump off the page.

I invested in the ‘Globe’ because it is one of the best and most important news organizations in the world. We saw this vividly in the days and weeks after the tragic Boston Marathon bombings, and we also see it in many other ways every day.

Within the macho-melodrama tropes of the superhero genre, it’s fair to say ‘Watchmen’ stands out for its rich entertainment, its darkness, and its lurid pleasures. Its vividly drawn panels, moody colors and lush imagery make its popularity well-deserved, if disproportionate.

‘The Hobbit’ was one of the first biggish books I ever read. I remember vividly the ‘riddles in the dark’ passage, and it meant a lot to me to finally get to play it after all these years.

It was at a vividly bad time in Norman Mailer’s life that I met him, and a sort of water-treading time in mine. He had stabbed his wife, and I was a copy boy at Time magazine.

I vividly remember my mom would put on this VHS of Michael Jackson’s greatest hits music videos. I’d watch that all the time.

I remember very vividly – I wrote about it in one of my books – my first IRA. I contributed $2,000 every year, and in 21 years, the funds in that IRA account grew to $260,000. Seems like sort of a miracle, but it happened.

Short fiction is the medium I love the most, because it requires that I bring everything I’ve learned about poetry – the concision, the ability to say something as vividly as possible – but also the ability to create a narrative that, though lacking a novel’s length, satisfies the reader.

My earliest memory from childhood is of fishing with my father. And I remember vividly we were in a store, and we were buying a pup tent to go on our first camping trip.

Music is just a huge part of my life. It affects moods. I’ve always found it insane how you can hear one song, and it takes you back to a specific, specific moment in your life, and you remember it vividly like it was yesterday.

Of all the restaurants I visited in my childhood and adolescence, it was Michel Bras that I remembered most vividly and it was the chef himself to whom, early on in my cooking, I would make the most references. I don’t mean that I tried to cook like him. Rather, that I tried to think like him.

I remember very vividly what it’s like to be a child. The adults you liked were the ones who listened to you when you spoke and gave you time to say what you wanted to say and actually listened, and quite often reacted as a result of what you’d said.

The devil that stayed with me most vividly was the one from the cover of Iron Maiden’s ‘Number of the Beast’ album.

The report I remember most vividly from school is the one I destroyed before I got home, telling my parents I’d lost it. Three words stood out, and still do: ‘Must try harder’.

I remember all the important fights. Vividly. In detail.

There’s nothing that can lock a memory in your mind more distinctly than with a piece of music. It’s so easy to remember something so vividly and so perfectly when you score it to something.

I still vividly remember when I was working in ‘Kashmir Ki Kali,’ I had no idea about lip-syncing the song ‘Diwana Hua Badal’ sung by Asha Bhosle and the scene was to be shot in the Dal Lake in Kashmir.

I probably remember the 1954 Masters more vividly than any of the others.

What I remember most vividly was the sense of always being a little behind the other kids in class – that sense of I wasn’t cut out for class or I wasn’t cut out to read.

I still vividly remember the moment I let go of an embrace with my daughter on her college campus – that, in her opinion, probably lasted far too long. I left the most precious thing in my life in the care of an institution, and that’s a very hard thing to do.

I can remember the day I decided I would retire from competitive athletics as vividly as if it were yesterday.

I remember the day of my baptism very vividly. I was baptized in the baptismal font in the Tabernacle on Temple Square. Those who were being baptized put on white coveralls, and one by one were gently taken down the steps into the water.

My father was a truck driver, made $50 a week. And the reason why I know that so vividly is my Mom used to just constantly give him a hard time for that.

It was 1999, and we were building a way for college kids to create online profiles for the purpose of sharing… with employers. Oops. I vividly remember the moment I realized my company was going to fail. My co-founder and I were at our wits’ end. By 2001, the dot-com bubble had burst, and we had spent all our money.

Whatever you vividly imagine, ardently desire, sincerely believe, and enthusiastically act upon… must inevitably come to pass!

I vividly remember sixth grade. It’s the year when kids turn mean, and it’s definitely no longer okay to cry in public. So we force our hot tears back, and they burn our throats all the way down.

I vividly remember D’Angelo’s ‘How Does it Feel?’ as a song I listened to around the time I came out.

From the time I was thirteen, there was a constant struggle between MGM and me – whether or not to eat, how much to eat, what to eat. I remember this more vividly than anything else about my childhood.

In 1964, when we first arrived in New York City, I remember vividly seeing the skyline of Manhattan, and our first proposal of 1964 was to wrap two lower Manhattan buildings. We never got permission.