Metaphor Quotes

There is the body of history ever atop of us, and the body of memory rustling within us. Between the two, we are crushed.

For it is better to drink a wholesome draught of truth from the humble vessel, than poison mixed with honey from a golden goblet.

Suffering is the fuel in the engine of civilization."-Vergere

Denying emotion is not avoiding the high curbs, it's never taking your car out of the garage. It's safe in there, but you'll never go anywhere.

She wore her pain like lingerie, only who loved her enough, got to see it.

Stretched and skewedTap of the 8-ball and the cueScratches fall throughThey are the scars of you

Marriage . . . is not a love affair

He realized that when he had been afraid to change he had been holding on to the illusion of Old Cheese that was no longer there

The verse is supposed to get you hard so the chorus can suck you off.

Tristan was the soundtrack of my summer. The beat I walked to. The melody I breathed in and out. The lyrics I lived by.

Her heart longed for some ark into which it could fly and be at rest. Rough or smooth she did not care, so long as it was warm.

It's a commonly expressed and rather nice, romantic notion that we are all "sisters" and "brot

But unlike Mama, I would not go to heaven. My secrets padlocked the gates. I'd be a torn kite stuck in the dead branches of a tree, unable to fly.

She was a mind floating in an ocean of confusion.

It's a mind, it works by metaphor.

We were as big as the ocean, but as fragile as an ego.

You were a rhyme who mattered, a being who slipped all too often.

I loved you with texture. You loved with a softness. Texture brought detail, softness brought folds. Folds brought creases and creases had secrets.

You were like fine wine, but cheap wine gets you drunk faster.

They leave to test the waters but fail to realize the waters are full of rapids.

My months are spent preparing for the fall.

The heart pointed to the brain and said with great disdain, “Those who live their lives in here live the lives most full of fear.

A writer will divine a metaphor from a pattern on a dress, or a gesture, because sunsets have been done before.

I think poetry without metaphor is like husband and wife living in separate bedrooms.

...explaining men still assume I am, in some sort of obscene impregnation metaphor, an empty vessel to be filled with their wisdom and knowledge.

Living a good life is like flipping pancakes. If you hesitate, it splatters all over the place.

If the rowan's roots are shallow, it bears no crown.

Determination is learning to form a habit, and never breaking it in future.

I once began to ask around what constitutes a good poem. It felt petty, in a sense. A boy would need no help in deciding which girls he thinks are pretty.

That cloak of love you were wearing—he’s torn it to shreds, undoing the seams of trust that held it together. How can you ever wear those shreds?

Snowflake’s journey is a metaphor. A metaphor for what, exactly?I have no freaking clue.

[Metaphors] replace genuine uncertainty about the world with semantic ambiguity. A metaphor is a cover-up.

You either see it or you don't

It symbolizes a spear, and in this sorry world the symbol is the thing.

... and she was awed to see that vibrant life still struggled to thrive despite such destruction.

Trees lose their leaves in blizzards like these.

For him I was like the land, something to care for...well, he loved to make things grow. But he resembled the land more than me. He needed constant cultivation, or the fruit turned wild.

Where glowing embers through the roomTeach light to counterfeit a gloom...

Stir not the bitterness in the cup that I mixed for myself, ' said Denethor. 'Have I not tasted it now many nights upon my tongue, foreboding that worse lay in the dregs?

Birds shouldn't be able to find tearsThey are the definition of freedom

But that’s life right? It’s just a shitty hand of cards. But then maybe somebody pulls out an Ace, and somebody else gets a four, or a ten. It’s all in the draw and how you play it.

Friends are like sugar. When you have them, you'll feel happiness. When you have too many of them, you will suffer.

The true magic of novels dwells within us individually. Each reader will interpret every single character, scene, and metaphor in a slightly different way

But I came to see that Las Vegas is not a freak but is, instead, deeply integrated with the rest of the country, and the world beyond. It is symptom, mirror, metaphor.

I watched the moon alone, unable to share his cold beauty with anyone.

Twilight …Not just a metaphorThe metaphor of the ‘spirit’The confluence of life and deathThe celestial dance of existential and essential(Page 75)

You never know what’s going to be in the garden in June when you’re looking at it in January.

You were my dock. I am just a mere ship that has drifted farther and farther into the vast water. Many docks are in range, but I have yet to anchor and tie my rope.

Time and sunshine healed a sore, but the process was slow, and new boils appeared if I didn't stay dry.

My arm began moving, turning the invisible crank of Death's music box. Somewhere inside, I didn't want the melody to end.