Quotes About Metaphor

La lengua de la mariposa es una trompa enroscada como un muelle de reloj. Si hay una flor que la atrae, la desenrolla y la mete en el cáliz para chupar. Cuando lleváis el dedo humedecido a un tarro de azúcar, ¿a qué sentís ya el dulce en la boca como si la yema fuese la punta de la lengua? Pues así es la lengua de la mariposa.

La lengua de las mariposas es una tronca enroscada como un muelle de reloj. Si hay una flor que la atrae, la desenrolla y la mete en el cáliz para chupar. Cuando lleváis el dedo humedecido a un tarro de azúcar, ¿a qué sentís ya el dulce en la boca como si la yema fuese la punta de la lengua? Pues así es la lengua de la mariposa.

Often, as I reflected on this story, it seemed to me a kind of image of my own life—the life of a man who gorged himself on pessimism, believing he would find in it a means to a dazzling and meteoric existence, loving his own despair until the day he realized—too late—that he could no longer emerge from it, and that he had thus fallen into the trap of his own enchantments.

That is a metaphor for every adult relationship I've had. "Hey baby, we're going down. Get in." You

Às vezes erguia eu os olhos a algum vasto apartamento antigo cujos postigos não estavam fechados e onde homens e mulheres anfíbios, readaptando-se cada noite a viver em outro elemento que de dia, lentamente nadavam no denso licor que, ao anoitecer, surde incessantemente do reservatório das lâmpadas para encher as peças até à borda das suas paredes de pedra e vidro, e no seio do qual eles propagavam, deslocando os corpos, redemoinhos untuosos e dourados.

Okra is essentially a squid that grows in the ground instead of swimming in the ocean.

Remember that the plant wants to eat you," the groundskeeper said. "It's not going to let you get away. Don't fight it. Let yourself be eaten." "Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm finding your advice to be less than one hundred percent helpful

But imagine you're a tapeworm, and then suddenly you're Goethe. It's like that.

in a decade you'll be eighty-five, and then the only difference between you and a raisin will be that while you're both wrinkled and without a prostate, the raisin never had a prostate to begin with.

Let's say that when I was a little baby, and all my bones soft and malleable, I was put in a small Episcopal cruciform box and so took my shape. Then, when I broke out of the box, the way a baby chick escapes an egg, is it strange that I had the shape of a cross? Have you ever noticed that chickens are roughly egg-shaped?

He's eating God the way a bear eats meat against the winter.

Every kid got a turtle some time or other. Nobody can't keep a turtle though. They work at it and work at it, and at last one day they get out and away they go--off somewheres. It's like me.

We're jus' huntin' skunks under water.

Let us not mock God with metaphor, Analogy, sidestepping, transcendence; Making of the event a parable, a sign painted in the Faded credulity of earlier ages: Let us walk through the door.

The Prime Minister's meaning was clear enough: the Fleet Train was the horse, and the fighting Fleet the cart. They must be kept in their proper order. As the size of the horse was fixed, it was pointless to plan an ambitious cart.

I am indebted to Alan Wallace for the view of the Buddha as a great scientist, and for the metaphor of the telescope and the need to stabilize and calibrate it before viewing.

Fairy tales since the beginning of recorded time, and perhaps earlier, have been "a means to conquer the terrors of mankind through metaphor.

Fantasy is like jam. . . . You have to spread it on a solid piece of bread. If not, it remains a shapeless thing . . . out of which you can't make anything.

Sometimes I think my papa is an accordion. When he looks at me and smiles and breathes, I hear the notes.

When Life rings your door bell and leaves a burning bag of poo on your porch don't step on it, instead put it out by pissing on it. Touche, Life will say. Touche.

Lifes like a bird, its pretty cute until it dumps on your head.

Life is like a cobweb, not an organizational chart.

A library, to modify the famous metaphor of Socrates, should be the delivery room for the birth of ideas - a place where history comes to life.

A lot of words in English confuse the idea of life and electricity, like the word livewire.