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Regret is a short, evocative and achingly beautiful word: an elegy to lost possibilities even in its brief annunciation.
In Rome, I particularly love the history, churches, sculptures and architecture and the fact that you can walk along a tiny cobbled street and turn the corner to find the Trevi Fountain. London is evocative of other eras and full of history.
I think snow is so evocative and has such a powerful atmosphere.
To handle a language skillfully is to practice a kind of evocative sorcery.
Rhythm, that's an essential part of cooking. The sound of a lovely song and the smell of some dish in the oven are equally evocative.
I love going to the Via Giulia, a beautiful old cobbled street, which has a bridge at one end behind the Palazzo Farnese. It has long creepers hanging from it, and is the most evocative, beautiful place to stand and enjoy the city.
Nothing speaks louder than an evocative photograph that stirs the imagination, tugs at the heart strings and engages the mind.
If you can even manage to tell exactly what a song is about, all you do is put that song in a box forever, and it loses its evocative power.
Smells are so powerful and evocative, sometimes stronger than visual cues.
I am moved more by melodies, song structure, and evocative textures.