Quotes About Metaphor

Qué soy? ¿Soy la lámpara que transporta la luz, o soy la luz y la lámpara es mi vehículo?

One problem with Yahweh, as they used to say in the old Christian Gnostic texts, is that he forgot he was a metaphor. He thought he was a fact. And when he said, "I am God," a voice was heard to say, "You are mistaken, Samael." "Samael" means "blind god": blind to the infinite Light of which he is a local historical manifestation. This is known as the blasphemy of Jehovah—that he thought he was God.

The women kept their smiles, although both their thumping hearts dropped from their throats to land hard back in their rib cages. For Miriam at least, this was less a metaphor, as siren hearts wandered a bit through their bodies depending on their mood. But to be accurate, hers hadn't risen all the way to her throat, stopping as high as her sternum before sliding its way down and resting on her bladder, thus adding a need to urinate to her disappointment.

Death lends everything a metaphoric imperative. Mundane objects become fetishes when the departed no longer need them, and breakfast conversations grow runic and wise from behind the shadows.

The dancing vortex of a sacred metaphor clashes horns and halos to make wounded music set to the tempo of a new era in brilliant labor.

I became an ethereal sky, wrenched and stretched to dry.

I wanted to be a hummingbird. It made sense to long for rapid wings and the ability to hover always— to be Huitzilopochtli taming my snakes. Sometimes though, the thought exhausts me and I want to be a slow horse, a tennis shoe.

Maybe my limbs are made mostly for decoration, like the way I feel about persimmons.

Not only is life a bitch, it has puppies.

Metaphor is not just the detection of patterns; it is the creation of patterns.

I'm very happy that Paul Ryan has decided to treat Donald Trump like a Zika mosquito: avoid contact, or you will be infected.

A pen is to me as a beak is to a hen.

Key metaphors help determine what and how we perceive and how we think about our perceptions.

What Love Is Like Love is like a pineapple, sweet and undefinable.

South Africa is not a jellyfish and is in many respects a swordfish.

The First, then, should be compared to light, the next [Spirit or Intellect] to the sun, and the third [soul] to the celestial body of the moon, which gets its light from the sun. (V-6-4)

He has ' le coeur comme un artichaud '. Eddy fumbled for her high school French. 'A heart like an artichoke?' ' Oui . He has a leaf for everyone, but makes a meal for no one.

Semua lelaki memang kucing berlagak kelinci. Sebagai kelinci dimakannya semua daun, sebagai kucing dimakannya semua daging.

Orang jawa kulitnya licin, seperti ular.

Playing football in the morning is like eating cabbage for breakfast.

A woman is like a banana; one alone can turn the whole bunch rotten.

Transmuting this sandy metaphor, if literature is my sandbox, then the real world is my hourglass—an hourglass that drains grain by grain. Literature gives me life, and life kills me. Well, life kills everyone.

Let life be as beautiful as summer flowers And death as beautiful as autumn leaves.

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.