22DDDE6D-F22F-4195-A1A6-3733985AC05DSpotted a brilliant sentence? Let me know and I’ll pop it up here. Maybe we’ll collect enough to provide a source of great exemplar sentences that we can use as models for our pupils. To get your sentences up here just tweet them with the hashtag #GoldenSentences and tag in me, @MrEFinch, and @_MissieBee please. Xox

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

(F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby)

All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others.

(George Orwell, Animal Farm)

The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again: but already it was impossible to say which was which.

(George Orwell, Animal Farm)

With a sniff of my armpits and a wink in the mirror, I was good to go.

(Pupil in @RosemaryCalm’s class)

Whenever she smiled at me Heaven blew in.

(Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch)

The thought of her flooded every corner of my mind with light and poured brightness.

(Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch)

So in America when the sun goes down and I sit on the old broken-down river pier watching the long, long skies over New Jersey and sense all that raw land that rolls in one unbelievable huge bulge over to the West Coast, and all that road going, all the people dreaming in the immensity of it, and in Iowa I know by now the children must be crying in the land where they let the children cry, and tonight the stars’ll be out, and don’t you know that God is Pooh Bear? the evening star must be drooping and shedding her sparkler dims on the prairie, which is just before the coming of complete night that blesses the earth, darkens all rivers, cups the peaks and folds the final shore in, and nobody, nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old, I think of Dean Moriarty, I even think of Old Dean Moriarty the father we never found, I think of Dean Moriarty.

(Jack Kerouac, On The Road)

He made all his feelings go inside the suitcase; he stuffed then in tight and then sat on the suitcase and locked it shut.

(Kate DiCamillo – The Tiger Rising)

Time snored like old Uncle Goodman after dinner.

(Leon Garfield, The Wedding Ghost)

The sun rose slowly, as if it wasn’t sure it was worth all the effort.

(Terry Pratchett)

It contained several large streets all very like one another, and many small streets still more like one another, inhabited by people equally like one another, who all went in and out at the same hours, with the same sound upon the same pavements, to do the same work, and to whom every day was the same as yesterday and to-morrow, and every year the counterpart of the last and the next.

(Charles Dickens, Hard Times)

It was the day my grandmother exploded.

(Iain Banks, The Crow Road)

Making a decision was only the beginning of things. When someone makes a decision, he is really diving into a strong current that will carry him to places he had never dreamed of when he first made the decision.

(Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist.)

Once upon a time, a hundred years ago, there was a dark and stormy girl.

(Katherine Rundell, Wolf Wilder)

Lloyd runs like a spider on its back legs, arms waving free.

(Chloe Daykin, The Boy Who Hit Play)

It was at that moment…that his tame patience with the grey of his life had smashed and spilled him tumbling towards his future.

(Laini Taylor, Muse of Nightmares)

My grandmother made dying her life’s work.

(Hugh Leonard – Home Before Night)

I am a camera with its shutter open, quite passive, recording, not thinking. (Christopher Isherwood – Goodbye To Berlin)

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.

(Antoine St Expury, The Little Prince)

“And in that moment, I swear we were infinite”

(Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower)

“Not all those who wander are lost”

(J R R Tolkien, Lord of the Rings)

His eyes got bigger as he looked at her, almost like he wanted to see as much of her as he could.

(Sinead O’Hart, Eye of the North)

One grim winter evening, when it had a kind of unrealness about London, with a fog sleeping restlessly over the city and the lights showing in the blur as if not London at all but some strange place on another planet, Moses Aleptta hop on a number 46 bus at the corner of Chepstow Road and Westbourne Grove to go to Waterloo to meet a fellar who was coming from Trinidad on the boat-train.

(Sam Selvon, The Lonely Londoners)

Conjured balls of starlings rolled out and up, shoaling from their descending lines, thickening and pulling in on themselves – a black bloom burst from the seedbed of birds.

(Tim Dee, The Running Sky)

Lyra and her daemon moved through the darkening Hall, taking care to keep to one side, out of sight of the kitchen.

(Phillip Pullman, His Dark Materials)

His life had not been the shortest distance between two points.

(James Joyce – Dubliners)

Call me Mr Flintstone, I can make your bed rock.

(Rachel Rossiter, from Twitter)

Illuminated soldiers guard the streets.

(Robert Barnes, school essay)

‘Nights beyond darkness and the days more gray than what had gone before. Like the onset of some cold glaucoma dimming away the world’

(Cormac McCarthy, The Road)

They used to hang men at Four Turnings in the old days. Not any more though.

(Daphne du Maurier, My Cousin Rachel)

A report on the incident was entered in the records, and because no-one knew the strangers name, a cheap wooden cross was placed on his grave, one of those little crosses marking a nameless soul which now cover our continent of Europe right from one end to the other.

(Stefan Zweig, Incident on Lake Geneva)

But he did not die.

(David Gemmel, The Last Guardian)

There are no endings. If you think so you are deceived as to their nature. They are all beginnings. Here is one.

(Hilary Mantel, Bring Up The Bodies)

Whereas recognition of the inherent dignity and of the equal and inalienable rights of all members of the human family is the foundation of freedom, justice and peace in the world.

(First line of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights)

Facts are friends, not enemies of the truth.

[Sutton, M. (2014) ‘Nullius in Verba: Darwin’s greatest secret’ , p. 1. Vae Victus. ]

I realised that in a few minutes I might see the fire. I imagined it like a tongue, licking at the inside of the building.

(Robin Stevens, The Guggenheim Mystery)

Aunt Gloria opened her mouth then closed it again, and expresssions chased themselves across her face like clouds in a localised gale.

(Robin Stevens, The Guggenheim Mystery)

I’m not Bernard I’m a monster , said the monster .

(David McKee, Not Now Bernard)

Frodo was alive, but taken by the enemy.

(JRR Tolkien, Lord of the Rings)

I know what you look like, for God’s sake I know what your soul looks like so half way there….

(John Byrne while drawing Billy Connolly)

Happiness rushed in like a gust of wind blowing a door wide open.

(Khaled Hosseini, A Thousand Splendid Suns)

The season comes to the mannequins first.

(Alice Spawls, writing in the London Review of Books)

The fingers loosened, and the book they had held moved slowly and then swiftly across the still body and fell into the silence of the room.

(John Edward Williams, Stoner)

I guess I always knew, in some subterranean way, Diane and I would end up back together.

(Megan Abbot, Give Me Your Hand)

Let the sunshine be every corner of the toilet.

(unknown copy writer, amazon listing for a toilet bowl night light)

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart: I am, I am, I am.

(Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar)

People who didn’t need people needed people around to know that they were the kind of people who didn’t need people.

(Terry Pratchett,  Maskerade)

Stories, like people and butterflies and songbirds’ eggs and human hearts and dreams, are also fragile things, made up of nothing stronger or more lasting than twenty-six letters and a handful of punctuation marks.

(Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things)

The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history.

(Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Grey)

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

(Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Grey)

And all these things sing constant, the machines and the sirens, the cars blurting hey and rumbling all headlong the boots and the shouts and the hums and the crackles all come together and rouse like a choir, sinking and rising with the turn of the wind, the counter and the solo, the harmony humming expecting more voices.

(Jon McGregor, If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things)

I think gentleness is a mighty word because you have to be strong of heart to be kind.

(Abi Elphinstone, Sky Song)

And with that comforting idea, sleep rolled over him, stifling all further thought.

(JK Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix)

Long before midnight, Fionn sank into a dream where the sea climbed up the cliffs and spat it’s guts onto the land. Marrows with bloody tails and black teeth clawed at his ankles, crooning as they peeled their scales off and stuck them to his skin.

(Catherine Doyle, Tuhe Storm Keeper’s Island)

He was the answer to something but he didn’t know what.

(Tom Hopgood, Little Answer)

The cat watched the dog like a hawk.

(Written in a child’s literacy book)

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart: I am, I am, I am.

(Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar)

Elinor agreed to it all, for she did not think he deserved the compliment of rational opposition.

(Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility)

A tornado of questions swirled in her head, and all she could do was try to grab at them as the flew by.

(Jessica Townsend, Nevermoor)

My trial starts the way my life did: a squall of elbows, shoving and spit.

(Sara Collins, TheConfessionsOfFrannieLangton)

He was, and is yet most likely, the W earisomest self-righteous Pharisee that ever ransacked a Bible to rake the promises to himself and fling the curses to his neighbours.

(Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights)

(Lord give me grace and dancingfeet and the power to impress.

(Bloc Party, The Prayer)

We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.

(Ernest Hemmingway, A Movable Feast)

Above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you. Because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places.

(Roald Dahl, The Minpins)

Her face was all geometry; sharp chin, sharp cheekbones, sharp eyes.

(Katherine Rundell, The Explorer)