Sentence examples for imaginary pictures from inspiring English sources

The obvious gain is that we create our own imaginary pictures of an old woman, Maddy Rooney, as she journeys along a country road to meet her blind husband as he gets off a train.

"Grindhouse" is a single film with no intermission, but it includes two new features and such divertissements as trailers for ridiculous imaginary pictures ("Werewolf Women of the S.S")., ads for revolting food at local restaurants, and artifacts of down-at-the-heels moviegoing from decades ago.

For anyone who happened to be in Greenwich Park that lunchtime we must have been a mildly bizarre sight: sometimes walking as a group and sometimes splitting off on random deviations; also running in circles, lying on the ground, collecting piles of twigs, lurking behind trees and taking imaginary pictures of conkers.

Sure, the imaginary paparazzi might bother you with some imaginary pictures but that won't be so tough, will it?

You might place an imaginary picture frame around a pizza, for example, and pretend it's a painting.

He enjoys imagining what a place will be like before he gets there and then somehow he fashions the place into his imaginary picture.

I have an imaginary picture of her chomping down on a sandwich at 4 a.m. in a Las Vegas diner after a marathon performance with Louis Prima in the early-1960s heyday of Sin City.

If you try and lock something in an imaginary picture in your imagination you are interfering with nature and you will destroy it.

And to show that love is love, no matter who [is involved], the exhibition also features real gay families, straight ones, single parents, disabled, people of different skin colors and origins, different religion, young couples, old ones… All of these pictures, imaginary or real, have the same glamorous and warm monochrome style that makes them look not only appealing but timeless".

The equivalent, on Saturday, was Mr. Maazel's micromanaging of every lovely detail: reining in the exuberance of Mendelssohn's typically spidery finale, changing the tempo of the Strauss so often and precisely that you pictured imaginary waltzing couples tripping over each other's feet as the music drew them up yet again and sent them off in a new direction.

More importantly, you are in the DNA of the imaginary person I picture when I write.