Sentence examples for vivid quality from inspiring English sources

At home, my father's most vivid quality was a capacity for hating and despising.

The narrative events seem to be unfolding in real-time so far, which lends an especially vivid quality to the narrator's musings on the passage of time.

Every phone conversation, every encounter, every argument, every silly or fleeting thought; everything assumes a new mysteriously vivid quality, an occult focus, as the shadow of death falls across it.

"People don't tend to make the supernatural attributions anymore but their experiences have such a vivid quality, they tend to think there's something deeply wrong with them," Jalal says.

'I've always been fascinated by these little squiggly synths …that hyper-coloured sound' Sometimes this relationship with colour and art takes on a truly vivid quality: one can find blogs where the parallels between Hyperdub's music and abstract art are discussed in detail.

Chailly just wins on points: partly because of the vivid quality of the sound, but more importantly because of the gorgeous playing of the Concertgebouw Orchestra, who played this music under the composer and his first great advocate Willem Mengelberg, and still have it in their bones.

He has the implausibly vivid qualities of a literary character.

A cluster of particularly vivid qualities was shaping George W. Bush's White House through the summer of 2001: a disdain for contemplation or deliberation, an embrace of decisiveness, a retreat from empiricism, a sometimes bullying impatience with doubters and even friendly questioners.

Yet, they explicitly allow that dreams often have a vivid, hallucinatory quality and regard their claim about the imaginative character of dreaming as one about the flow of information processing in dreams, which they expect to be top-down, as in waking imagery, rather than bottom-up, as in perception.

"Milk, Sulphate, and Alby Starvation" falls almost exactly between a young adult novel in the vivid, visual quality of its sentences and a grown-up one in the desolation of its setting.

Isn't it the case that language is, after all – and should be – strange at heart, and that its vivid, provisional quality is essential to its condition in the world?