Quotes About Metaphor

To read forward Why should Europeans not be able to read, even when we write in the language they understand? They cannot read because they (as "Europeans," caught in the snare of an exhausted but self-nostalgic metaphor) are assimilating what they read back into that snare and into what they already know – and are thus incapable of projecting it forward into something they may not know and yet might be able to learn.

Far from minimizing biblical truth, metaphors serve as magnifying glasses that identify truth we might otherwise miss.

What does a mama bear on the pill have in common with the World Series? No cubs.

Look at the way he evokes nature, but only obliquely, in comparison. Did you notice? What one remembers are not the fighting soldiers, but the image of nature - and that goes on existing. The battle has vanished, but the rivers are still there, one can still hear them, and then one becomes, oneself, that shepherd. It's as if he wanted to say that all of existence is a metaphor for another reality and that the whole point is to grasp that other reality.

die Welt war die Suppe und das Denken meistens eine Gabel: zu einer sättigenden Mahlzeit führte das selten.

De wereld was soep en het denken meestal een vork: tot smakelijk eten leidde dat zelden.

It's like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.

It's like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story .

In each case, the belief is literally false, but metaphorically true.

My breath in the cold air was bleach that accidentally spilled on a black t-shirt.

Finding your own metaphor for intuition is one of the best ways to give it form, an essential step in developing your intuitive thinking.

What's that as flies without wings, your ladyship? Time! Time!

The world is like a cucumber—today it's in your hand, tomorrow up your arse.

I have seen giraffes in junglejims their necks like love wound around the iron circumstances of the world.

We seek a metaphor for holy words that will return them to us once again as an ayfz hayim, a tree of life (Prov. 3:18). One that yields heightened self-awareness and God's Word. One that permits sustained intellectual inquiry and Scripture's holiness. One that preserves clarity, but not at the expense of mystery. One whose playfulness does not dilute piety. One whose public objectivity tolerates personal intimacy. In the spiritual code words of our generation: a holy text.

It is not often that you see life and fiction take each other by the hand and dance.

How eagerly the words spring into shape, winding themselves around a rigid latticework of meaning like the curling tendrils of ivy that crisscross my window. The skeletal branches, whose intricate fretwork clings to the screen, hold tight against a lashing wind and pelting rain.

The women in his family looked like turtles who'd lost their shells.

He brought over a gold box and opened it. Inside were chocolates wrapped in foil. Billy sat down close to me. "Life," he said, "is like a box of bonbons. Some dark with chocolate filling; some with cherries. But you never know till you open the silver wrapper what life holds for you." He held my hand and squeezed it. I squeezed back.

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?

In a sermon I heard recently, the minister claimed that the portrait of God as a storm god (a literary motif that he did not name) in Psalm 97 is based on allusions to the Exodus and is 'not mere window dressing,' that is, metaphoric. As I observed to this preacher later, he used a metaphor in his denigration of metaphor as "mere window dressing.

That night was a dark day. Of course, all nights are dark days, because night is simply a badly lit version of day, ...

Tea should be bitter as wormwood and as sharp as a two-edged sword.

I can compare sadness to a car because both are quite capable of running me over.