Quotes About Metaphor

that winter was colder'n a crib full of witch's tits

Rain, the grade school teachers say, makes the trees and flowers grow, but we're not trees and flowers, and so many grade school teachers are single.

Weather is a great metaphor for life sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad, and there's nothing much you can do about it but carry an umbrella or choose to dance in the rain.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Put cotton in your ears and pebbles in your shoes. Pull on rubber gloves. Smear Vaseline over your glasses, and there you have it: instant old age.

It's a great metaphor. For what? I don't know to this day. But I know it's a great metaphor.

The term "pattern" is preferable to "model" because a pattern is a metaphor suggesting looseness and a tendency to become unraveled.

Spinoza compares the feeling of free will to a stone's thinking, as it travels through space, that it determines its own trajectory and selects the place and time of its fall.

A house is sometimes wine. It is sometimes more than a skin.

There is no thing that with a twist of the imagination cannot be something else. Porpoises risen in a green sea, the wind at nightfall bending the rose- red grasses and you- in your apron hurrying to catch- say it seems to you to be your son. How ridiculous! You will pass up into a cloud and look back at me, not count the scribbling foolish that put wings at your heels, at your knees.

Shoes twisted into incredible lilies.

You're a romanticist. What do you think a man is, a papaya? To digest your dinner? In pill form?

Your thighs are apple trees. Your knees are the southern breeze.

Let the snake wait under his weed and the writing be of words, slow and quick, sharp to strike, quiet to wait, sleepless. --through metaphor to reconcile the people and the stones. Compose. (No ideas but in things) Invent! Saxifrage is my flower that splits the rocks.

A man is indeed a city, and for the poet there are no ideas but in things.

My mother is a fish.

El que fa la literatura és el mayeix que un llumí enmig d'un camp en plena nit. Un llumí amb prou feines il·lumina, però ens permet veure quanta foscor hi ha al voltant.

Let me think in pictures again. If I imagine heaven metaphorically dazzled into colours, the pure white light spread out in a cascade richer than a peacock's tail then I see that one of the colours lay over me. I was innocent of guilt, unconscious of innocence; happy, therefore, and unconscious of happiness. Perhaps the full sheaf of colours is never to be experienced by the human being since if they experience these colours they must lie in the past or on someone else.

It's turtles all the way down.

Fantasy and science fiction can be literal as well as allegorical and there's nothing wrong with enjoying a monster like a giant squid for what it is, as well as searching for metaphor.

The city's a heart, I said, and in that a heart and a city were sutured into a third thing, a heartish city, and cities are heart-stained, and hearts are city-stained too.

The bullets are gun-eggs," Collingswood said to Baron, looking at Vardy. Farmers squeezing their holy metal beasts to percussive climax, fertilisation by cordite expulsion, violent ovipositors. Seeking warm places full of nutrients, protecting baby guns deep in the bone cages, until they hatched.

They (wise people) speak of the indestructible ASHWATTHA tree* as having its roots above and branches below, whose leaves are the

There are two streams in the minds of our people: one in which women are really oppressed and given very low status and one in which they are given very high honour, sometimes even greater honour than men, at least if not in fact, in language and metaphor.