Quotes About Metaphor

For me, reason is the natural organ of truth; but imagination is the organ of meaning. Imagination, producing new metaphors or revivifying old, is not the cause of truth, but its condition.

Metaphors think with the imagination and the senses. The hot chili peppers in them explode in the mouth and the mind.

Both the Freudian and the Platonic metaphors emphasize the considerable independence of and tension among the constituent parts of the psyche, a point that characterizes the human condition.

A belief is like a guillotine, just as heavy, just as light.

The human species thinks in metaphors and learns through stories.

If you want to change the world, you have to change the metaphor.

Women are like tea bags: put them in hot water and they get stronger.

You are a fluid metaphor for existence. You are your own death and your own rebirth. Here is forever. It never changes. We bring perpetual oblivion until we change the world.

You know why fish are so thin? They eat fish.

I'm on my way...don't know where to, but my road is build with metaphors and nonsense

Life is like a blank page, copying manuscript written Backstage.

Convention itself, like metaphor itself, is not dead; but it is always dying.

Forrest Gump had gotten it all wrong. Life wasn't a box of chocolates. It was a box of ex-lax, and I felt like I'd consumed the entire thing.

And the Lord Jesus said," Pastor Don continued, "this is my body. Eat it in remembrance of me. Hmm, that sounds really bad. Too many episodes of The Walking Dead, probably. Hey, Jesus was sort of the first zombie, right?

We're still living with the old paradigm of age as an arch. That's the old metaphor: You're born, you peak at midlife and decline into decrepitude.

When a man falls in love with a woman, it is like an arrow piercing the meadow; when a woman falls in love with a man, it is like grain scattered on rocks.

To plunge one thing into the shape or nature of another is a fundamental gesture of creative insight, part of how we make for ourselves a world more expansive, deft, fertile, and startling in richness.

Is she become a rag doll? Are the wolves become children? It seems quite possible, there on the twilight fringes of dying. With some faint spark of herself, the little girl holds on to the idea. Even a rag doll has more life than does a dying child.

I discovered that the horse is life itself, a metaphor but also an example of life's mystery and unpredictability, of life's generosity and beauty, a worthy object of repeated and ever changing contemplation.

They [Fairy Tales] are talking about real emotions, telling true stories, through the medium of metaphor. People used to understand metaphor better than I think we do now. But these stories are so potent, they refuse to die.

The pearls weren't really white, they were a warm oyster beige, with little knots in between so if they broke, you only lost one. I wished my life could be like that, knotted up so that even if something broke, the whole thing wouldn't come apart.

From outer darkness to outer darkness, a feathered meteor through a moment of light...

He looked at his cactus again, the enormous green phallus, the thorned phallus.

Moniko tyranni pitää itseään vain toukkana joka syö pois mädän ja sillä keinolla pelastaa koko ruumiin?