Quotes About Symbolism

Symbolically, emerald brings a sense of clarity, renewal, and rejuvenation, which is so important in today's complex world.

Of course a carp is just a carp, waiting to become either your pet, or a gefilte fish. But am I wrong to also see this body lying in a pool of blood, being fibbed about in plain sight, as a metaphor for all the corpses and blood never discussed?

They had moved, as she had moved symbolically, from the built monastery near the loch to the emptiness of the mountains. Left behind the hushed, thick, sombre atmosphere of organised religion and travelled up to where there was simplicity and balance. Not the indulgence of the secluded life, neither the gratification of service, nor the voluptuousness of identity. No, here was aloneness. The nothing of it. Just to be small, a conscious part of the whole

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Rider on the White Horse, Conqueror; the Rider on the Red Horse, War; the Rider on the Black Horse, Famine; and himself, the Rider on the Pale Horse, Death.

On Ho Chi Minh's desk in Hanoi on the day he died lay a biography of John Brown.

Monuments look static - carved in stone and all - but their meanings change as the present changes and as people enact new rituals at them.

In the seventeenth century, Turkish concubines devised a secret method of communication with flowers by attaching a meaning to each blossom or plant. The fascination swept Europe and reached its zenith of popularity in Victorian England. In the language of flowers, the red rose symbolizes love, while the calla lily signifies a magnificent beauty. Together, a stunning marriage to the perfumer. - DB

Die Mysterien, sagte Cheremon, haben alle miteinander noch eine Zeremonie gemeinsam: Ein Gott stirbt, wird begraben, wird mehrere Tage lang beweint; dann erfährt der Gott seine Auferstehung, und jedermann ist glücklich. Manche sagen, dies sei ein Sinnbild für Unter- und Aufgang der Sonne, aber im allgemeinen meint man damit die in die Erde gesenkten Getreidekörner.

I cannot help thinking that it is more natural to have flowers grow out of the head than fruit.

So the dromenon, the thing done, wanes, the prayer, the praise, the sacrifice waxes.

The magical dromenon, the Carrying out of Winter, the Bringing in of Spring, is doomed to an inherent and deadly monotony.

We can see in part why, though the dromena of Adonis and Osiris, emotional as they were and intensely picturesque, remained mere ritual; the dromenon of Dionysos, his Dithyramb, blossomed into drama.

If this was a sandalwood pyre she would have thrown herself in and this paper she'd become would have caught fire and she and him could sail away like two birds.

her magenta lips a wolf's stained smile.

Unlike the United Kingdom or the Commonwealth, the umma, or Muslim community, has no symbolic leader, let alone a formal one.

Obviously, the Night's King is clearly a symbol of something very unpleasant in our psyche, and he even raises wights from the dead, which is probably everybody's worst fear, being actually used after we're dead.

Why would one ever be so insane as to ditch a perfectly beautiful metaphor? Cut back, of course, prune if you like, so that the best metaphors are clear and sparkling. But I will throw out unread the book that promises me no metaphors inside.

Probably only an art-worlder like me could assign deeper meaning to something as simple and silly as Tebowing. But, to us, anytime people repeat a stance or a little dance, alone or together, we see that it can mean something. Imagistic and unspoken language is our thing.

We had a lot of difficulty in getting the French to accept the pyramid. They thought we were trying to import a piece of Egypt until I pointed out that their obelisk was also from Egypt and the Place des Pyramides is around the corner. Then they accepted it. The pyramid at the Louvre, though, is just the tip.

The Temple will not be completed until every living stone is there. And then what? The next thing will be that which our Masonic friends make so much of, and which we make so much of namely: the glorification of the temple.

The idea is that the object has a language unto itself.

Now, I can admit that as a young boy growing up in Florence, I couldn't have understood the pain that some of our neighbors felt when they looked at our flag - a pain that made many feel unwelcome and unwanted.

Standing up for national anthem doesn't make you an Indian. Posting flags on social networks doesn't make you an Indian.