Simile Quotes

To borrow a simile from the football field, we believe that men must play fair, but that there must be no shirking, and that the success can only come to the player who hits the line hard.

Character is like a tree and reputation its shadow. The shadow is what we think it is and the tree is the real thing.

Nanny's words made Janie's kiss across the gatepost seem like a manure pile after a rain

You were sizzling, like sausages in a frying pan.

Anxiety's like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn't get you very far.

Father has a strengthening character like the sun and mother has a soothing temper like the moon.

It was like hiking into a Hemingway story everything was sepia-toned and bristling with subtext.

A room without books is like a body without a soul.

It is like reading two books, one with each eye, and understanding them both.

We're not moments, Megan, you and me. We're events. You say you might not be the same person you were a year ago? Well, who is? I'm sure not. We change, like swirling clouds around a rising sun.

Past love is as good as a past dream, intangible, impossible to share.

He excused himself for a nap, and this day blended into his dreams like like years blended into a life, unseen but still felt, the line between memory and present always bleeding.

Reading it was like subletting a small apartment in someone else's head.

Her quickness of mind was like a hiss, a dart, a lethal bite.

717! You are behaving like a demented bluebottle - stop that!

His touch was like a bard's on his instrument, and it awakened a deep and mysterious music in my body.

T.H. moved through the forest like the melody of a well-known song, in perfect harmony with his surroundings.

You are nothing like my father. And like my father you are nothing.

[H]er mind was like a balloon with static cling, attracting random ideas as they floated by[.]

No level raised without reading, is like a body trying to live without breathing.

Like a fire alarm going off in your ear, sulfur up your nose, mouth full of sour milk, reality is what it is – you deal with it.

They passed, leaving a trail of foxfire shuffled up out of the wet leaves like stars plowed in a ship's wake.

The sky was like ebony and the only illumination was the harsh white light of the central streetlamp, which cast shadows so hard it seemed you might cut yourself on them.

Time unlived grows old Like unworn robes in a locked chest.

And then it hits me like a fast, open-palmed, stinging smack in the face.Having a ghost boyfriend WASweird

Lately, I couldn't remember those years, as if childhood was a movie I'd only seen the previews to.

Jesus was a man for simple people. He didn't make his messages incredibly complex. If you were a person that had the eyes to see and the ears to hear... then his message was easily understood.

A prayerless Christian is like a bus driver trying alone to push his bus out of a rut because he doesn't know Clark Kent is on board.

Her self lagged behind her anger, like a mother picking up after a destructive child.

My emotions swirl like leaves caught in the breath of a dust devil, and the only thing I can seem to hold onto is the anger.

My mind is a warehouse of carefully organized human emotions.I lock away the things that do not serve me.

Ignorance is a lot like alcohol: the more you have of it, the less you are able to see its effect on you.

The classroom fell quiet, a long heavy silence that roared in Roy's ears like a train.

Charlie tried to focus on what she was saying, but his head felt packed with gauze. Like no one could reach him in here, where it hurt.

Then the nurse did turn to glance, and then stare—actually stare—at me. His look made me feel as if I was green, or whistling, or dead.

She was truly happy for the first time in her life, and it felt just like living in a small room painted all white, with windows looking out onto impenetrable forest.

Reasoning with a drunkard is likeGoing under water with a torch to seek for a drowning man.

...childlike wonder and awe have died. The scenery and poetry and music of the majesty of God have dried up like a forgotten peach at the back of the refrigerator.

An anxious heart is like a string that's out of tune.

There was this hot, yellowy stillness the air always got in the minutes before the last bell, as if it were stiffening itself to be shattered.

I contend that for a nation to try to tax itself into prosperity is like a man standing in a bucket and trying to lift himself up by the handle.

Night is brushed aside like so much cobweb. The day is wound up and begins even before the last haunted dreams, the last of the fog, those spectral and evanescent residues, have faded away.

Emotions unreel in her like spools of cotton.

His lips made a grim twist that was like the joyless cousin of a smile.

A funny thing happened post-diagnosis. They put him on drugs, things went up and down, but he lived. He lived. It was like a waiting room where they kept not calling your name.

It was something quite special, that feeling: an oppressive, hideous constraint as if I were sitting with the small ghost of somebody I had just killed.

A girl without braids is like a city without bridges.

She had the world’s worst poker face: her feelings floated across them like reflections on a still pond.

It came out sparkling like liquid sky.

Laughter erupted from her belly and shot out her mouth like pigeons through an open cage door, schoolchildren bursting into summer vacation, water from a tapped hydrant.