from The American Heritage® Dictionary of the English Language, 4th Edition
- n. The ability to imagine or remember images or scenes.
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- n. The ability to picture an image mentally through imagination.
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- n. the imaging of remembered or invented scenes
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They helped me unyoke the horses — one could see them in their mind's eye charioteers already — and showed me where to find water and feed.
All this long while, I had seen in my mind's eye the child who loved the bull-boy, smiling through tears in the nursery painted with apes and flowers.
The trouble was, she could actually feel those sensual eyes roaming over her body, could see them in her mind's eye as they had looked at her that night of the Crandal bail.
In their mind's eye both Bulman and Reynell were imagining what would happen when the too weak battery made contact — a low hum, an explosion, a flash of blue flame, a puff of gray smoke, and then the announcement over the loud - speaker, "Ladies and gentlemen, it is to be re - gretted that owing to technical difficulties the Hawker Hurricane will not fly."
The fervid imagination of the child had uncovered to his mind's eye mines of wealth, awaiting only the touch of the magic spade to bare their golden veins to the needs of his Mem Sahib and himself.
In his mind's eye he saw the Great Court now, as the boys came out of Chapel: the black-coated groups in the leisured attitudes of eighteenth-century England.
In his mind's eye he could still visualize a thin, pale woman in a wheelchair, her hair just beginning to gray, brushed back from a high, un-lined forehead; a nice-looking woman with finely carved features and gray eyes that were quick and bright.
She was seeing in her mind's eye the real suicide note, tucked away in Burdick's desk.
Under the thatched roofs her mind's eye beheld relaxed tendons and flaccid muscles, spread out in the darkness beneath coverlets made of little purple patchwork squares, and undergoing a bracing process at the hands of sleep for renewed labour on the morrow, as soon as a hint of pink nebulosity appeared on Hambledon Hill.
As Twombly told the critic David Sylvester, "the Mediterranean is always just white, white, white": in the 24 drawings called Poems to the Sea the colour blue barely appears, and yet the cursory lines and spots create a sea of the mind's eye – hours of contemplation transformed into a few cryptic marks.