Examples of Descriptions in English

Descriptions in English

A description it is an explanation of the appearance of people, objects or place.

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Examples of descriptions in English

Character descriptions

1. A confederacy of Dunces / The conspiracy of fools. Author: John Kennedy Toole

A green hunting cap squeezed the top of the fleshy balloon of a head. The green earflaps, full of large ears and uncut hair and the fine bristles that grew in the ears themselves, stuck out on either side like turn signals indicating two directions at once. Full, pursed lips protruded beneath the bushy black mustache and, at their corners, sank into little folds filled with disapproval and potato chip crumbs.

A green hunting cap snug on top of a head that was like a fleshy balloon. The green earmuffs, full of the big ears and uncut hair and the fine bristles that sprouted of the same ears, protruded on either side like turn signals indicating two directions to the time. His lips, plump and bembones, protruded under his thick black mustache and sank at the corners, in little folds full of reproach and the remains of French fries.

1. Ender’s Game. / Ender's Game. Author: Orson Scott Card

“Ender did not see Peter as the beautiful ten-year-old boy that grown-ups saw, with dark, tousled hair and a face that could have belonged to Alexander the Great. Ender looked at Peter only to detect anger or boredom, the dangerous moods that almost always led to pain. "

Ender did not see in Peter the handsome ten-year-old that the older men saw, with wild, bushy black hair and a face that might have been that of Alexander the Great. Ender looked at Peter only to detect anger or boredom, the dangerous moods that almost always brought pain.

1. The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms. / The hundred thousand kingdoms. Author: N. K. Jemisin

“… Face like the moon, pale and somehow wavering. I could get the gist of his features from him, but none of it stuck in my mind beyond an impression of astonishing beauty. His long, long hair de él wafted around him like black smoke, its tendrils curling and moving of their own volition. His cloak de él - or perhaps that was his hair de él too - shifted as if in an unfelt wind. I could not recall him wearing a cloak before, on the balcony. The madness still lurked in his face de él, but it was a quieter madness now, not the rabid-animal savagery of before. Something else - I could not bring myself to call it humanity - stirred underneath the gleam. "

“A face like the moon, pale and somehow wavering. I could perceive the essentials of his features, but none remained in my mind beyond an impression of surprising beauty. His long hair floated around her like black smoke, his curls coiling and moving of their own accord. His cloak - or perhaps that was his hair too - his moved as if under an imperceptible wind. She didn't remember him ever wearing a cape before, on the balcony. The madness still lingered on his face, but it was a quieter madness now, not the ferocity of a rabid animal from before. Something else - he couldn't quite call it humanity - stirred beneath his glow.

1. Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy / The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. Author: Douglas Adams

“He was not conspicuously tall, his features were striking but not conspicuously handsome. His hair de él was wiry and gingerish and brushed backward from the temples. His skin seemed to be pulled backward from his nose. There was something very slightly odd about him, but it was difficult to say what it was. Perhaps it was that his eyes didn’t seem to blink often enough and when you talked to him for any length of time your eyes involuntarily began to water on his behalf. Perhaps it was that he smiled slightly too broadly and gave people the unnerving impression that he was about to go for their neck. "

“He was not exaggeratedly tall, and his features could be impressive but not very attractive. His hair was strong and red, and it was combed back from the temples. It seemed that his skin had been stretched from his nose to the back. There was something odd about him, but it was difficult to determine what he was. Perhaps it was that he did not seem to blink often enough and when they spoke to him for a certain time, the eyes of his interlocutor began to water involuntarily. Or maybe it was that he smiled very slightly and gave people the unnerving impression that he was about to jump on their necks. "

1. The Hunger Games. / The Hunger Games. Autro: Suzanne Collins

“She’s the twelve-year-old, the one who reminded me so of Prim in stature. Up close she she looks about ten. She has bright, dark eyes and satiny brown skin and stands tilted up on her toes with arms slightly extended to her sides, as if ready to take wing at the slightest sound. It’s impossible not to think of a bird. "

She is the twelve year old, the one who reminded me so much of Prim because of his height. Up close he looks only ten; his eyes are dark and bright, his skin is silky brown and he is slightly on tiptoe, with arms outstretched by her sides, as if she were ready to fly away at any sound. It is impossible to look at it and not think of a bird.

Venue descriptions

1. All the Pretty Horses / All the pretty horses. Author: Cormac McCarthy

That night he dreamt of horses in a field on a high plain where the spring rains had brought up the grass and the wildflowers out of the ground and the flowers ran all blue and yellow far as the eye could see and in the dream he was among the horses running.

That night he dreamed of horses in a meadow on a plain where the spring rains had made grass grow and wild flowers, and the flowers filled with blue and yellow as far as the eye could see and in the dream he was among the horses in a hurry.

1. A farewell to arms. / Goodbye to guns. Ernest Hemingway

In the late summer of that year we lived in a house in a village that looked across the river and the plain to the mountains. In the bed of the river there were pebbles and boulders, dry and white in the sun, and the water was clear and swiftly moving and blue in the channels.

At the end of the summer of that year we were living in a house in a village that overlooked the mountains across the river and the plain. There were pebbles and boulders on the river bed that were parched and bleached by the sun, and the water was crystal clear and ran fast and blue through the riverbeds.

1. The picture of Dorian Gray. / The Portrait of Dorian Grey. Oscar Wilde

The studio was filled with the rich odor of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred amidst the trees of the garden, there came through the open door the heavy scent of the lilac, or the more delicate perfume of the pink-flowering thorn.

The study was filled with the intense scent of roses, and when the light summer wind stirred through the trees of the through the open door the deep scent of lilacs, or the most delicate perfume of the cacti in the garden, came through the open door. flower.

1. To the lighthouse. / To the lighthouse. Author: Virginia Wolf

So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea and sky looked all one fabric, as if sails were stuck high up in the sky, or the clouds had dropped down into the sea.

The morning was so pleasant, except for a gust of wind from time to time, that the sea and the sky they seemed made of the same fabric, as if there were sails in the sky, or the clouds had fallen into the sea.

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