Quotes About Metaphor

The metaphor, though obvious, is too good to resist: Franklin, by nature, liked to find ingenious ways to calm turbulent waters. But during his time as a diplomat in England, this instinct would fail him.

Men command fewer words than they have ideas to express, and language, as Jean Paul said, is a dictionary of faded metaphors.

If the river were whiskey and I was a diving duck . . .

You could see New Jersey out of Mardi's window. From the seventy-second floor it looked like a scale model of Purgatory.

We say, 'I see what you mean,' it's the metaphor for clarity. But sometimes I wish people could see the pictures in my head, instead of my having to describe them with words. Words are clumsy. I wish I could communicate in pictures.

Perhaps my favorite quote on forgiveness is from Mark Twain: "Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds, on the heel that has crushed it.

communicated indirectly, through metaphor and story.

I wonder if there's such a thing as a spiritual dentist? I think my whole personality is full of cavities!

Necks hate to exercise. If necks were feet, You'd never go anywhere.

The idea is to spin the wheel of metaphors and images until sparks of associations begin to fly for the reader.

Umbrele se topesc în noapte È™i soarele r?sare în zori.

Vampirism is like Photoshop for the flesh – it fills out, rounds off, smooths over, and brightens up everything. I'Ve seen cancer patients turn into supermodels with a good undead infusion.

One of the things that happens a lot is you get to see how many times things happen, literal things happen and how they are completely metaphors for where you are. It's like a mirror is being held up just about an inch to your face.

If love were an animal, what species would it be and could you train it? Love would be two animals: a hummingbird and a snake. Both are perfectly untrainable.

A girl without freckles is like a night without stars.

...there does a sable cloud Turn forth her silver lining on the night...

He transforms every bottle of ink into a scrolling trail of metaphors.

One Swallow maketh not Summer; nor one Woodcock a Winter.

As you slide down the banister of life, may the splinters never point your way.

Life is pharmaceutical from head to cuticle.

Flowers are fragrant metaphors— Happy colors sing "Carpe diem!" Wilting whispers "Memento mori."

Life is like a cobweb, not an organization chart.

The homeland is a language and exile is a metaphor

Thank you for warming the industrial gray of my concrete foundation and turning my bones from cement blocks to rich mahogany wood.