Quotes About Metaphor

The trip left the girl gaga, goofy, tainted, transformed, her nose a busted hymen through which sperm of a thousand colors swam a hootchy-kootchy stroke into her cerebral lagoon.

At the bat of your lashes peacocks preen. Peacocks preen, elephants remember, camels go for days without water, and dinosaurs of all types become extinct.

If time eats the doughnut, does love eat the hole?

It is not a heart: light, heavy, kind or broken; dear, hard, bleeding or transplanted; it is not a heart.

Lending one's bicycle is a form of safe sex, possibly the safest there is.

In a way, her strangeness, her naiveté, her craving for the other half of her equation was the consequence of an idle imagination. Had she paints, or clay, or knew the discipline of the dance, or strings, had she anything to engage her tremendous curiosity and her gift for metaphor, she might have exchanged the restlessness and preoccupation with whim for an activity that provided her with all she yearned for. And like an artist with no art form, she became dangerous.

In a way, her strangeness, her naivete, her craving for the other half of her equation was the consequence of idle imagination. Had she paints, or clay, or knew the discipline of the dance, or strings; had she anything to engage her tremendous curiosity and her gift for metaphor, she might have exchanged the restlessness and preoccupation with whim for an activity that provided her with all she yearned for. And like any artist with no art from, she became dangerous.

Women did what strawberry plants did before they shot out their thin vines: the quality of the green changed. Then the vine threads came, then the buds. By the time the white petals died and the mint-colored berry poked out, the leaf shine was gilded tight and waxy.

My puzzlement used to be 'why is the Lone Ranger' called 'lone' if he is always with Tonto. Now, I see that given the racial and metaphorical nature of the relationship, he is able to be understood as 'alone' precisely because of Tonto. Without him, he would be, I suppose, simply 'Ranger'.

But the stillness was the sleep of swords.

Poison is like the drowned; it always floats.

In her way, her strangeness, her naïveté, her craving for the other half of her equation was the consequence of an idle imagination. Had she paints, or clay, or knew the discipline of the dance, or strings; had she anything to engage her tremendous curiosity and her gift for metaphor, she might have exchanged the restlessness and preoccupation with whim for an activity that provided her with all she yearned for. And like any artist with no art form, she became dangerous.

They deliver right away and with no pain. Just like horses. The young ones smiled a little.

The relative existence is - to use a favorite metaphor of Ibn Arabi - the Absolute Existence as reflected in the mirror of relative determinations.

The fields...are white already to harvest" (John 4:35 KJV), or as other versions put it, "ripe for harvest."...One part of the harvest metaphor we may have missed was the importance of timing-there is a season for both sowing and reaping, and sometimes there is a season of simply waiting and watering.

Sí, claro. Algún día saldrás citada en los calendarios de todo el mundo —dije—. «Los corazones no se pueden partir de ningún modo porque son de mazapán». Brillante metáfora de la eminente Leslie Hay.

Ojos de rana, piel de serpiente que el amor no siente

Tiempo voraz, embótale al león la garra Y haz que la propia tierra sus crías embeba, al fiero tigre descolmilla y desquijarra y sepulta en su sangre a la fénix longeva. William Shakespeare, Soneto XIX

Tip for the day: never eat a bible when you're starving to death.

We become vampires without being bitten—in other words, more empathic.

As Marshall McLuhan observed, the first version of a new medium imitates the medium it replaces. The first commercial computers employed the metaphor of the office. Our screens had a "desktop" and "folders" and "files." They were hierarchically ordered, like much of the industrial age that the computer was overthrowing.

Sometimes, child, we die in metaphor.

Images are not quite ideas, they are stiller than that, with less implications outside themselves. And they are not myth, they do not have that explanatory power; they are nearer to pure story. Nor are they always metaphors; they do not say this is that, they say this is.

Her legs are as limp as seaweed.