Quotes About Metaphor

Well, it'd be sort of like shootin' a mockingbird, wouldn't it?

He likened Tom's death to the senseless slaughter of songbirds by hunters and children

If it's going to a company, use a Substitute thought. For example, if it's an electric bill, see electricity (lightning) shooting out of a mailbox.

The sense of tragedy - according to Aristotle - comes, ironically enough, not from the protagonist's weak points but from his good qualities. Do you know what I'm getting at? People are drawn deeper into tragedy not by their defects but by their virtues. ... [But] we accept irony through a device called metaphor. And through that we grow and become deeper human beings.

How much do you love me?' Midori asked. 'Enough to melt all the tigers in the world to butter,' I said.

Just remember, life is a box of cookies. You know how they've got these cookie assortments, and you like some but you don't like others? And you eat up all the ones you like, and the only ones left are the ones you don't like so much? I always think about that when something painful comes up. 'Now i just have to polish these off, and everything'll be O.K.' Life is a box of cookies.

I'm scared, she said. These days I feel like a snail without a shell. I'm scared too, I said. I feel like a frog without any webs. She looked up and smiled. Wordlessly we walked over to a shaded part of the building and held each other and kissed, a shell-less snail and a webless frog.

Everything in life is a metaphor.

The Earth, time, concepts, love, life, faith justice, evil - they're all fluid and in transition. They don't stay in one form or in one place forever. The whole universe is like some big FedEx box.

Exerting yourself to the fullest within your individual limits: that's the essence of running, and a metaphor for life—-and for me, for writing as well.

Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story

Everything in life is metaphor.... We accept irony through a device called metaphor. And through that we grow and become deeper human beings. Irony deepens a person, helps them mature. It's the entrance to salvation....

The end of the race is just a temporary marker without much significance. It's the same with our lives. Just because there's an end doesn't mean existence has meaning. An end point is simply set up as a temporary marker, or perhaps as an indirect metaphor for the fleeting nature of existence.

La vida es como una caja de galletas

A regular wind-up toy world this is, I think. Once a day the wind-up bird has to come and wind the springs of this world. Alone in this fun house, only I grow old, a pale softball of death swelling inside me. Yet even as I sleep somewhere between Saturn and Uranus, wind-up birds everywhere are busy at work fulfilling their appointed rounds.

The world is a metaphor, Kafka Tamura.

Just because there's an end doesn't mean existence has meaning. An end point is simply set up as a temporary marker or perhaps as an indirect metaphor for the fleeting nature of existence.

Just remember, life is a box of cookies.

A real story requires a kind of magical baptism to link the world on this side with the world on the other side.

I'm going to swim 0.93 miles, ride a bike 24.8 miles, then run a final 6.2 miles. And what's all that supposed to prove? How is this any different from pouring water in an old pan with a tiny hole in the bottom?

Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness, a story. - Tolstoy

Now, I want to make clear that I am myself using these terms as metaphors for the different ways we construe fields or sets of phenomena in order to 'work them up' into possible objects of narrative representation and discursive analysis. Anyone who originally encodes the world in the mode of metaphor, will be included to decode it – that is, narratively 'explicate' and discursively analyze it – as a congeries of individualities.

the philosophers of history privileged particular tropes, or figures of speech: Marx emphasized Metonymy and Synecdoche to organize the historical field, whereas Nietzsche relied on Metaphor and Croce on Irony.

He lay on his back, floating in the large bath, his penis like a lily pad.