The ultra sound photo brought back a vivid memory of Alex watching the screen as the baby moved in her womb.
Not that she could deny a vivid imagination.
Only those touched by fate had such vivid memories that entered her mind unbidden.
Visions slammed into her, each one as vivid as the next, the sights, smells, sounds.
The scene played over and over in her thoughts, growing stronger until he was as vivid during daylight as he had been at night.
And because some little snot-nose has a vivid imagination, or thinks it's fun to tell whoppers, I'm supposed to go traipsing off in some god-forsaken mine on the taxpayer's expense on a treasure hunt?
Did you read this somewhere or do you just have a vivid imagination?
It was a very vivid dream.
The woman has a vivid imagination.
You just had a vivid dream yourself!
Was Edith's vivid imagination working overtime or had Jerome Shipton managed to slip by Janet O'Brien and invade his wife's room?
Beyond the pond was a vivid green line of brush and trees, bordering the creek.
He was a man of vivid, but disordered, imagination, without possessing any conception of statesmanship. In 1887 a statue of the tribune was erected at the foot of the Capitoline Hill in Rome.
Victor Cousin has devoted four volumes to her, which, though immensely diffuse, give a vivid picture of her time.
For two years he acted as manager of his father's bank, and in 1830 was inducted to his first charge, Arbirlot, in Forfarshire, where he adopted a vivid dramatic style of preaching adapted to his congregation of peasants, farmers and weavers.
It is a vivid green and has large, fleshy, heart-shaped leaves.
We read about it in vivid detail, from around the year 900, in the writings of the Persian physician Muhammad ibn Zakariya al-Razi.
My most vivid recollection of that summer is the ocean.
Later I read the book again in French, and I found that, in spite of the vivid word-pictures, and the wonderful mastery of language, I liked it no better.
In some lights, viewed even from a hilltop, it is of a vivid green next the shore.
And you who have a son! she began, her pallor suddenly turning to a vivid red.
All this was vivid, majestic, and unexpected; but what impressed Pierre most of all was the view of the battlefield itself, of Borodino and the hollows on both sides of the Kolocha.
As soon as she heard his voice a vivid glow kindled in her face, lighting up both her sorrow and her joy.