Quotes About Metaphor

Soon we will all eat stones.

There is a wonderful metaphor of the unconscious in Peter Gay's excellent biography of Freud, Freud: A Life for Our Time (New York: Norton, 1988), p. 128: "Rather, the unconscious proper resembles a maximum-security prison holding anti-social inmates languishing for years or recently arrived, inmates harshly treated and heavily guarded, but barely kept under control and forever attempting to escape" (italics added).

When I was going on one day in the car about not having any close friends - using my favourite metaphor: the cage of glass between me and the rest of the world - she just laughed. 'You like it,' she said. 'You say you're isolated, boyo, but you really think you're different.

German is to death what Latin is to ritual religion – entirely appropriate.

Utram bibis? Aquam an undam?" Which are you drinking? The water or the wave?

The rebel with no specific gift for rebellion is destined to become the drone; and even this metaphor is inexact, since the drone has at least a small chance of fecundating the queen, whereas the human rebel-drone is deprived even of that small chance and may finally see himself as totally sterile, lacking not only the brilliant life-success of the queens but even the humble satisfactions of the workers in the human hive. Such

Utram bibis? Aquam an undam? What are you drinking? The water or the wave?

What do you think I imagine making love to a vagina would be like? Maybe like having sex with a ballroom!

According to Frank, religion is just another kind of taxidermy.

Tame birds sing of freedom. Wild birds fly.

It's here, I think, that science, history, and art have something in common: they all depend on metaphor, on the recognition of patterns, on the realization that something is like something else.

Do you know the difference between a kayak and a college student? A kayak tips.

Boxing remains an important living metaphor of the struggle for equality.

Aristotle says that metaphor causes the mind to experience itself in the act of making a mistake.

Faith is to the human what sand is to the ostrich.

Faith is like porridge. Better with milk and honey.

You're doing it again. Using reason to argue faith. Can't be done. Like playing croquet with a crochet hook. Sounds something like the right tool for the job, but isn't.

Me without you is like Pepsi without cans. Pedophiles without vans. Jersey shore without tans.

I will stop loving you when an apple grows from a mango tree on the 30th of February.

Perhaps death is a metaphor to remind us of a secret of life we failed to notice.

I'll emerge, with wings, from the banner I am, bird that never alights on trees in the garden— I will shed my skin and my language. Some of my words of love will fall into Lorca's poems; he'll live in my bedroom and see what I have seen of the Bedouin moon. I'll emerge from almond trees like cotton on sea foam

because words can encompass so much of the illusion of synonyms, and because metaphor is often subject to transformation: from "my homeland is not a suitcase" to "my homeland is a suitcase.

Those fools, the poets, compare a girl in the bloom of youth to a flower. But that's not right; flowers are too tough. A soap bubble would be better. A thing of wonder, too fragile to exist.

You wanna know the difference between a mosquito and a lawyer? One is a blood-sucking parasite and the other is an insect.