Quotes About Metaphor

Life is sometimes like a cat, the more you chase it the faster it runs.

Avoiding a bathtub because your parents tried to kill you in one isn't the same as avoiding your entire life by becoming a wolf.

Not everything in life can be interpreted metaphorically; that's because things fall out on the way.

It takes a great cook to pull life truth from poultry.

Life is like licking Honey from a Thorn

Clearly, America has no shortage of metaphorical opportunities for the poor.

Life is like boxing in many unsettling respects. But boxing is only like boxing.

Life is unfair and improv is a great metaphor of that.

We do two things in life: We race the clock and everything is a struggle. One way or not, it's a metaphorical battle all of the time.

I so connected to symbolically being able to turn lead into gold. My grandmother used to say, "Life give you a lemon, you go ahead and make lemonade." To me, that's alchemy.

Jerusalem has been - and for many, still is - a metaphor for destruction and the vengeance of an offended God. She is the city where believers have killed unbelievers to give life to faith.

Right now, I'm standing behind the glass, and I guess that's a metaphor for how my life will be going forward.

I remember from my father's funeral that the minister kept using a metaphor about life of a prism. And I took that away like a cherished image.

Basketball really is a metaphor for life - the intangible skills I have learned on the court, have helped shape the person I am today.

You can swim in life and seawater, but both are hard to swallow.

Not everything in life can be interpreted metaphorically; that's because things fall out on the way.

What counts in science is the importance of the discovery. What matters in literature is the originality and power of the metaphor.

Love is like the rain. It comes in a drizzle sometimes. Then it starts pouring and if you're not careful it will drown you.

Love was like a toothache.

killing a buffalo, then cutting open its belly and crawling inside until the storm had passed. And that's what she'd done with Max, wasn't it? She'd used him to stay warm.

You can't get sentimental about houses. Or bodies. They're just, I don't know, the Tupperware of the soul.

It kept humping up in the middle. Right now it looked more like a giant's skullcap

I am the queen of spades, I am the wasp that stings, I am the dark serpent. I am the invulnerable animal who passes through fire and is not burned.

She went like that saint who, although she still has her head on her shoulders, is carrying it in her hands, as if it had already been cut off.