You know them when you see them.
You re-read them and you wish you’d thought of them.
Maybe you even write them.
They can be so simple it aches. Aren’t these just the most wonderful moments. That’s what I love so much about reading, how there are so many different ways to say the same thing and sometimes it’s just perfect. It’s what we must seek as writers. Right words, right place, right feeling.
This is why I often say to the wordier writers I work with, even the most lovely metaphors and similes get lost in a crowded room. Give them space to breathe. Save the others for when you can give them the same respect.
I love this, I saw it on a friend’s timeline this morning.