Quotes About Metaphor

Sadness isn't sadness. It's happiness in a black jacket. Tears are not tears. They're balls of laughter dipped in salt. Death is not death. It's life that's jumped off a tall cliff.

I don't fatten frogs to feed snakes. Are you stupid? I taught you better than that. A wet pussy and a dry purse don't match.

Love was like death that way.

Too thick to drink," as the boatmen used to say about the water of the Mississippi River, "too thin to walk on.

At the end of the day "Love Guns" wasn't about guns--I was just singing about my dick.

Man's ultimate concern must be expressed symbolically, because symbolic language alone is able to express the ultimate.

The folly of mistaking a paradox for a discovery, a metaphor for a proof, a torrent of verbiage for a spring of capital truths, and oneself for an oracle, is inborn in us.

That's obviously, isn't it?' she said. 'A hawk is always a hawk, except'- and here she raised on heavy eyebrow and gave a mysterious smile - 'except when the hawk is a cabbage.' 'What?' Ernest said, grinning and game and clearly perplexed. 'Exactly,' Gertrude said.

Quién quería tener un perro así? ¿Qué hueco afectivo emocional venía a llenar semejante monstruo en una casa? ¿Era metáfora de qué? ¿Prolongación de qué? ¿Doble animal, nahual, de quién? ¿Por qué carajo me traía esta mina a su novio convertido en perro y me dejaba cuidándolo un ratito?

God is as real as a station wagon.

Murphy's face went through several mutations as he spoke, as if small animals were scurrying about just beneath his skin.

Androgyny was a subject of some interest in Balzac's time. The Girodet painting of Endymion for which the castrato Zambinella served, in Balzac's fiction, as a far-off model offers a visual androgyny. And perhaps androgyny is a metaphor for the artist who creates life from his sole self and body.

Structure is all around us and available to us through the poet's medium of metaphor.

A cormorant broke the surface, like an improbable idea tearing the membrane between dreams and life.

Think of it as an eight-dimensional onion.' Justine straightened her back and gave her father an exasperated look. 'Thanks, Dad. That's helpful. I always think in those terms, it really helps a lot.

The regularity of the clock was a metaphor for the accuracy of the universe. For the accuracy of God's creative achievement. So the clock was, first and foremost, a metaphor. Like a work of art. And that is how it was. The clock has been like a work of art, a product of the laboratory, a question. And then, at some point, this has changed. At some point the clock has stopped being a question. Instead it has become the answer.

Maybe it's not just a metaphor, and maybe mystery...paradox...wonder...aren't LESS real than this world, but MORE real than this world.

But Jehoash king of Israel replied to Amaziah king of Judah: “A thistle in Lebanon sent a message to a cedar in Lebanon, saying, ëGive your daughter to my son in marriage.í Then a wild beast in Lebanon came along and trampled the thistle.

But Jehoash king of Israel replied to Amaziah king of Judah: “A thistle in Lebanon sent a message to a cedar in Lebanon, saying, ëGive your daughter to my son in marriage.í Then a wild beast in Lebanon came along and trampled the thistle.

Does a wild donkey bray over fresh grass, or an ox low over its fodder?

How beautiful you are, my darling—how very beautiful! Your eyes are like doves behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goats streaming down Mount Gilead.

Your neck is like a tower made of ivory; your eyes are like the pools of Heshbon by the gate of Bath-rabbim; your nose is like the tower of Lebanon, facing toward Damascus.

The man looked up and said, “I can see the people, but they look like trees walking around.”