You see someone like maybe William Eggleston. William doesn't even really talk about what he does; he just wants to make these images. He kind of hovers around a location and extracts these images.
Through small apertures we glimpse abysses whose somber depths turn us faint. . . . Yet over the whole there hovers an extraordinary tenderness.
All see, and most admire, the glare which hovers round the external trappings of elevated office. To me there is nothing in it, beyond the lustre which may be reflected from its connection with a power of promoting human felicity.
Enthusiasm is that secret and harmonious spirit which hovers over the production of genius.
Breathe the sweetness that hovers in August.
Invention hovers always a little above the rules.
Any work that is really great hovers between terrific and terrible.
The disciples are drawn to the high altars with magnetic certainty, knowing that a great Presence hovers over the ranges. . . You were within the portals of the temple. . . to enter the wilderness and seek, in the primal patterns of nature, a magical union with beauty.
Where character forbids self-indulgence, transcendence still hovers around.
Sleep lingers all our lifetime about our eyes, as night hovers all day in the boughs of the fir-tree.
When a daughter loses a mother, the intervals between grief responses lengthen over time, but her longing never disappears. It always hovers at the edge of her awareness, prepared to surface at any time, in any place, in the least expected ways.
Laughter is day, and sobriety is night; a smile is the twilight that hovers gently between both, more bewitching than either.
The spirit of Columbus hovers over us to-day.
Mystery hovers over all things here below.
Mercy among the virtues is like the moon among the stars. . . It is the light that hovers above the judgment seat.
