And this is why the images from Massachusetts today will strike such a chord.

But didn't say that, because the image had suddenly struck her with revelatory force.

The images which surround the text would strike many people today as in the poorest of taste.

I have to admit that her images struck me as incredibly somber, sometimes even threatening.

Once fully grasped, these images strike us as definitive.

The image struck his eyes and then his heart.

The images first strike the eye as generic and familiar, a kind of lazy-man's collage.

Aiah stops dead as an image strikes her like a thunderbolt.

The image of those two at that moment struck something in me.

The image of the cave as a living thing, breathing all around us, blind and malevolent, struck me cold with horror.