Quotes About Metaphor

Cauliflower is nothing but cabbage with a college education.

It is ingeniously named, for it looks just as a cross would look if it looked like something else.

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

Jedna byla zlodÄ›jka knih. Ten druhý kradl oblohu.

Language is metaphor in the sense that it not only stores but translates experience from one mode into another. Money is metaphor in the sense that it stores skill and labour and also translates one skill into another.

Television completes the cycle of the human sensorium. With the omnipresent ear and the moving eye, we have abolished writing, the specialized acoustic-visual metaphor that established the dynamics of Western civilization.

The secret of mastering creativity in any field is knowing how to work with metaphor without getting caught in language...

A man is not a bird, to come and go with the springtime.

it is an allegory of our times.

The brain may be regarded as a kind of parasite of the organism..

great intelligence in a writer if his similes

Las religiones son como las luciérnagas, para brillar tienen necesidad de oscuridad

Little events, ordinary things, smashed and reconstituted. Suddenly, they become the bleached bones of a story.

Her collarbones like wings that spread from the base of her throat to the ends of her shoulders. A bird held down by skin.

A bee died in a coffin flower.

Little events, ordinary things, smashed and reconstituted. Imbued with new meaning. Suddenly they become the bleached bones of a story.

TROY: Death ain't nothing. I done seen him. Done wrasled with him. You can't tell me nothing about death. death ain't nothing but a fastball on the outside corner. And you know what I'll do to that! Lookee here, Bono...am I lying? You get one of them fastballs, about waist high, over the outside corner of the plate where you can get the meat of the bat on it...and good god! You can kiss it goodbye. Now, am I lying?

It turns out to be eminently useful to have a disgrace in your past; Salem endures not only as a metaphor but as a vaccine and a taunt. It glares at us when fear paralyzes reason, when we overreact or overcorrect, when we hunt down or deliver up the alien or seditious.

Witchcraft has always been a religion of poetry, not theology. The myths, legends, and teachings are recognized as metaphors for "That-Which-Cannot-Be-Told," the absolute reality our limited minds can never completely know.

Perché le idee (sventagliata) sono come le tette; se non sono abbastanza grandi si possono sempre gonfiare (risate).

On ne se coupe pas la jambe avec une banane.

Maybe we feel such a strong kinship with pique assiette because it is the visual metaphor that best describes us; after all, we spend much of our lives hurling bits of the figurative and literal past into the world's landfill—and then regret it. We build our identities from that detritus of regret. Every relationship worth keeping sustains, at the very least, splintered glazes, hairline fractures, cracks. And aren't these flaws the prerequisites of intimacy?

Associations vary in explicitness from concepts highly embedded in our thought processes (simple aesthetic associations) to overt analogies and visual metaphors.

We are all creatures of logic, at root. Of little switches turning on and off in our heads, metaphorically speaking.