Metaphor Quotes
Metaphorically I am made of chairs. It's a metaphor though. That means I am not actually made of the chairs.
For what is the program of the bourgeois parties? A bad poem on springtime, filled to bursting with metaphors.
If I were to give off-the-cuff advice to anyone trying to institute change, I would say, "How clear is the metaphor?"
Neotony is a metaphor for the quality of life - the gift - that keeps the fortunate of whatever age focused on all the marvelous undiscovered things to come.
This force is unlimited. It is always moving and always flowing. The ancient Hawaiians, the Kahunas, used the metaphor of the flow of a running stream to represent the divine force.
The dog who doesn't bark is about a silence that speaks; it is a good metaphor for the Pariah voice, the dog's voice, that we can sometimes hear only when it does not speak.
When I first started painting candyland imagery, I was looking for the best possible metaphor for everything that is pleasure, desire and insatiability.
Because you continue to inhabit and believe your metaphors, you cannot see what is true.
We, Brandy and Alfa and me, we've been speaking English as a second language so long that we've forgotten it as our first.I have no native tongue.
It was one of those dangerous moments when speech is at once sincere and deceptive, when feeling, rising high above its average depth, leaves flood-marks which are never reached again.
It's like practicing pole vaulting your entire life, and then getting to the olympics and saying, ‘what the hell did I want to jump over this stupid bar for?
Nanny's words made Janie's kiss across the gatepost seem like a manure pile after a rain
Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal the mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne.
A month in and it seemed to CY that he was an explorer summiting the foothill of an a bizarre and primitive island.
Like a dog defeated in a frenzied circle by its own tail and slowing and realizing then that the tail it was after all along was already its possession
I'm always amazed that people will stand around books for hours and only look at the spine. I think I should write a book called "the power of having a spine" - #metaphor
We are all but symbols of some greater thing—totems of ourselves--subject to change and growth. When we forget that metaphoric sense of ourselves, we lose sight of the overall path.
Life' wrote a friend of mine, 'is a public performance on the violin, in which you must learn the instrument as you go along.
In short, philosophical theories are largely the product of the hidden hand of the cognitive unconscious.
I had turned away from the picture and was going back to the world where events move, men change, light flickers, life flows in a clear stream, no matter whether over mud or over stones.
He danced with the sky instead, and the sky dropped him like a rotten plum.
Where death follows, there’s life. When darkness surrounds you in a world of chaos, search and you’ll eventually find the light.
I refuse to be put in a cage that gleams golden for many, but bronze for me. I would much rather be a dove in the sky, flying out into the open, into the sky, into the beyond.
I stopped writing in the obvious. I wrote how I saw it and if they don’t understand it, that’s fine.
Father has a strengthening character like the sun and mother has a soothing temper like the moon.
Some people when they see cheese, chocolate or cake they don't think of calories.
A flower doesn’t expect love. She is happy with herself. If she gets love, she celebrates.
If you become a singing bird, I will be the listening sky so that I will never miss your song.
A great artist paints a picture on the canvas of his mind using the colors of his love and imagination before transferring the image onto a real canvas.
Life is a piece of art drawn by love on the canvas of hope with the colors of desires, wants, and needs.
unless you're the lead dog the view never changes...mercy out does justice every time:always find your way back home/
I lean against my sister's shoulder. "I thought lightning wasn't supposed to strike in the same place twice.""Sure it does, " Izzy tells me. "But only if you're too dumb to move.
And as he leaned in to kiss me, my eye saw his open mouth grow larger and larger until it seemed it could swallow me whole.
Self under self, a pile of selves I standThreaded on time, and with metaphysic handLift the farm like a lid and seeFarm within farm, and in the centre, me.
The hours here are flat and round, disks of gray layered one on top of the other...they move slowly, at a grind, until it seems as though they are not moving at all. They are just pressing down...
The soldier stared at Ingrid. His silence was elastic, slowly curling a rope around her neck.
The world is a room of heavy furniture. Eventually you are allowed to leave.
If you are my food, how am I supposed to feel pity towards you? That would mean starvation for me. “A hungry leopard told a fallen, panting, imploring gazelle
Everything's always changing, Charlie. We become who we are. The mask melts into the face.
I have just read a long novel by Henry James. Much of it made me think of the priest condemned for a long space to confess nuns.