Metaphor Quotes Novels & Stories

And I couldn’t control my laughter when I recalled how badly he sucked at the language. “You know, I once read a grand quote by someone. It said, ‘Before you die, experience the love of a writer, poet or painter.’” “If you’re lucky enough to be an artist’s muse, they will immortalise you.” I finish for him. It’s one of my favourite quotes of all times. He stares at me with a hint of warmth, his eyes telling me more about him than his words. We both avoid eye contact and glance at the table. I’ve no idea why I’m acting like a ten-year-old.

"Too much?" I didn't look up from my screen. "It depends. Is the villainy supposed to smell like manure? Because if so, it's perfect." He chuckled, scribbling a note. "Point taken. How's the opus going? Captured the existential angst of sedimentary rock yet?" "I'm trying to explain how being relentlessly pounded by the ocean is a metaphor for personal growth, yes," I said, deleting yet another overly florid sentence. "Sounds painful. And damp." He set his notebook aside. "You know, all this talk of tumbling... it's given me an idea."

It is good for lesser men to see the outlines of plans they will never touch. “I don’t like waiting,” he says, petulant. “I know,” I say, and make the sympathy soft enough to insult. “That is why your life looks like this. Learn. You are useful because you are an arrow. Arrows do not demand to be thrown at once. They become kindling when they do.” He winces. Good. Some metaphors deserve pain.

This was no feel-good fluff piece meant to reinforce some trite, overexploited message like 'love was real' or 'love always triumphs. Gray and I weren't actors. Our clothes weren't from a wardrobe department. Our words weren't printed on a script. Our home wasn't a set full of curated props. Our happy ending wasn't guaranteed. In our living room, I spoke ad libitum, straight from my heart. With her beside me on the couch, I told her how things had changed for me. Working within the confines and limitations of language, I turned to metaphor, to simile. As evinced by the mere existence of poetry itself—to concretize ambiguous ideas such as 'love' or 'happiness' using plain language always, alw

Strong-willed. These were some of the adjectives. There was a quote written at the bottom in cursive under inverted commas. “She's alone, but stronger and better than a whole army.” Vera's lips curved up and a deep sense of warmth exploded in her chest. The quote was easy on the eyes but very jarring. And it came from 12 years old girls.

She found Joel still seated comfortably as he bobbed his head to the music in his ears. Shooting him a killing look, she sat on one of the chairs close to the door. The motivational posters of various colours that decorated the sky-blue painted walls caught her attention. And most of them, she observed, contained quotes from famous people. Some she had heard of and some she had read about. "A woman is like a tea bag; you never know how strong it is until it's in hot water." ~ Eleanor Roosevelt. That one made her smile. “The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." ~ Nelson Mandela

A few seconds later, she looks up. “Try summarizing with your own metaphors,” I add. “Whatever image comes first. It sticks longer.” “Even if it’s dumb?” “Especially if it’s dumb.” She smiles faintly and begins writing. I leaned over, flipped her book to a fresh page. The Stranger, Camus. A classic. “Read the first paragraph. Then stop.” She obeyed. I asked, “What does the tone tell you?” “That the narrator’s... cold?” “Cold is a temperature. Try again.”

“Once you have been tortured, you can never belong in this world. There is no place that ever be your home." -QuotesLyfe Every morning comes up with new hope, but for some people hope is nothing but a mere word. There is quote - Nothing is permanent. Good days will always come after bad days. But May be this is just a quote because in her life she don't think there is any good day waiting for her. Next Morning: Steve POV:

“One thought at a time, meatball. First, let me dignify your sloppy question with a proper answer.” He motions with his gloved fingers holding the cigarette towards the now lively, constantly shifting mosaic on the computer walls depicting the mystery girl at the coffee shop. “This,” Septimus rasps, “is my Helen, as you would say in your tongue, my Cleopatra, my Delilah.” His metaphors sound as though they’ve been pilfered from CliffsNotes and Wikipedia, suspicious and off-key. To be exact, I could never have imagined in my wildest dreams listening to Death quote from English literature and even the Bible!

Moreover, I might be young but I'm not weak. "Did you see the way he held her face at the ceremony? I could tell she almost felt like dying. I really saw her eyes watered." And do I have to tell them I've felt like dying a thousand times but did not die? Metaphorically speaking, I have been stabbed in the heart a thousand times but did not die.