Metaphor Quotes
Maybe we're standing like coins on the edge?"Allie considered this. "Meaning?""Meaning, we might be able to shake things up a little, and find a way to come up heads.""Or tails, " suggested
Man is born broken. He lives by mending. The grace of God is glue
Using a metaphor in front of a man as unimaginative as Ridcully was like ared flag to a bu... was like putting something very annoying in front ofsomeone who was annoyed by it.
Love is a piano dropped from a four story window and you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. -Two Little Girls (Little Plastic Castle)
METAPHOR: A tightly fitting suit of metal, generally tin, which entirely encloses the wearer, both impeding free movement and preventing emotional expression and/or social contact.
We begin in the world as anagrams of our antecedents.
It was my turn to be silent while a small family of moments crossed my path, single file, from the left, sticking their tongues out at me.
Desiring the exhilarations of changes: The motive for metaphor, shrinking fromThe weight of primary noon ...
Mori looked across and was, briefly, a languageless, inhuman thing rescued from the sea and asked for an impious favour.
when he was afraid to changed he had been holding on to the illusion of Old Cheese that was no longer there
This morning, I see the lead in my glass tumbler. A slim, bright glint, a silverfish. I feel it collecting in my blood, papercutting the lining of my veins.
It depressed me to think that I might have been looking at another person but seeing only myself.
I couldn't decide what kind of person she was, whether she was one of those insects that look exactly like wasps but aren't . . . I just wanted to know if she would sting.
Despite which, Charlie seems doomed to stumble around in the dark, clutching pieces of a puzzle he still can't see.
There is so much want. I feel it so much that I am water, a river of want, pooled in the shape of a girl named Cassia.
Metaphorically, organizations are like vegetable gardens, where each capability is a different type of vegetable growing in the garden.
The past was just a place where uncontrolled freaks you had never consciously decided to include in your life entered it anyway and staggered around, breaking things.
He finds himself entering a minefield of dietary choices." My Dark Experiences With Gluten
They were coming back to his mother's neighborhood now, the eastern boundary of which was a bridge spanning a know of train tracks that cut through the city like a zipper.
I set the coffee aside and got a cup of water instead. I could never see why people drank that stuff. It tasted like soil boiled in mud, wit a topping of dirt.
A chill swept through the air, the sort of graveyard kiss promising bad news to follow.
Under the pathologist's microscope, life and death fight in an illuminated circle in a sort of cellular bullfight. The pathologist's job is to find the bull among the matador cells
I grunted, hauling the rope hand over hand. A plaintive squeak came from the pulley system with each draw, as if I had strapped some unfortunate mouse to a torture device and was twisting with glee.
When the truffles arrived the paintings leaned off the wall toward them.
Metaphorically, governance is like a “Steer, ” Risk Management is like a “Brake.
He has a vision of his life as a sliver of soap, worn and used and smoothed into a slender, blunt-edged arrow-head, a little more of it disintegrating with every day.
. . .the particular way he had of structuring his paragraphs, beginning and ending each with a joke that wasn't really a joke, but an insult cloaked in a silken cape.
When did we all become fluent in this language that none of us wanted to learn?
In short, if you are using a shovel to dig yourself into a hole, a credit card company will be happy to give you a backhoe.
I'm sorry you lost the suit, ' he said.She shrugged.'At this point, it was mostly a metaphor anyway, ' she said...
He wanted terribly, to say, Stop, to say Bern’s name, to stroke her soft cheek where it was bitten by the light. But, in the end, he didn’t do anything at all.
Love is like a climbing rope. There are little knots along the way, but if you learn off of them, you can get higher than you ever expected.
It was a quiet taunt...a poisoned glass of wine, meant to intoxicate and exsanguinate.
He sips his drink and it leaves his handlebar mustache dripping like a cattle dog come outta a river.
