I can read and understand phrases like these, because I can read the same language. But I can never create anything with the same ring, or richness of metaphor, when I compose my own. It saddens me greatly. I wonder how one gets the mind for it.
Spend some time every day reading Shakespeare, Joyce, or Nabokov. Maybe some PG Wodehouse or Oscar Wilde. After a year or so, it will start to seep in. You will notice your own writing becoming more beautiful, and more precise (which is largely the same thing.) I can guarantee this, because you care, and that’s 90% of what’s required.