Metaphorical Quotes Novels & Stories

“When you find yourself in a hole, stop digging and try filling it instead” stared at me in big blocky white letters. I stared at the motivation quote with the backdrop of an early morning beach of some crystalline blue ocean and wondered why I thought tacking that up in my locker was a good idea. I wasn’t even sure it made sense. “Robin Douglass, you are an idiot,” I whispered as I shook my head. That would explain why I’d think tacking up some silly quote would somehow change the insignificance and dullness of my life.

Sometimes I let my paranoia get the best of me , this being one of those sometimes. " Oh really? Then why'd you claim to be perving on me?" She interrogated with an icy tone. " It was a figure of speech, Amanda. I never meant for you to take that seriously," " Figure of speech? What the hell kind of figure of speech is that?" " A believe it's a metaphor of some sort?" A hint of doubt laced in my voice. " So acting like a pervert is your idea of a metaphor, is that what you're telling me?"

she paused for a second before yelling even louder, "Hey, I can give you tips!" “How beautiful it is and how easily it can be broken,” Mr. Eller, my AP Lit teacher read the quote out loud as he stood in front of the class. “Now, what do you think Tennessee Williams meant by that?” One kid raised his hand and said, “I think he’s talking about the glass figurines. They’re so fragile,” “Okay,” Mr. Eller nodded his head. “Any other ideas?” “I agree, but I also think that’s also a symbolism for love and relationships. They’re also beautiful and easily broken,” another girl replied.

“Amanda...I...my...heart...” But... I paused and instead hissed silently. My dead heart had already started beating even without your blood. I wanted to say that but refrained. I’m no cheesy man. I’m not a romantic too. I’m no poet. I don’t even know how to use metaphors. I’m not even sure if they were the right words to say. They were what I believed to be the right words to say but holy shit, I’m not even sure if I should believe myself.

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.

It was a compilation of all the famous quotes that motivated me to push forward. I opened a random page and saw old tear stains on the page, the tears that I cried six months ago. - Stars can't shine without darkness. I smiled ruefully as I read the sentence and then flipped through the pages. I missed my sister a lot. - Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise.

“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:

“He couldn’t have meant it literally because well, we’ve been over everyone’s heads and we never saw her from the top or the Ferris wheel so he must have meant it metaphorically.” I blinked once, trying to tell her that I did not fully grasp what she was saying. “So she’s metaphorically above our heads?” “Yes! Look, I know you are too stupid to understand it but I’ll explain on the way okay.” She turned to leave. “Wait! The way to?” “To where I can explain it to you.” I was still recovering from the shock of the Warrior chase from the fare, I definitely wasn’t ready for another run. “And where is that?—look I don’t want to have to die twice.”

Lionheart smirked. “What is?” “Everything. Metaphors and shadow, hinting at deeper truths.” “Isn't the fruit a metaphor for sex? Serpent is pretty phallic.” The lion groaned. “Is your mind really so one-dimensional?” I drew my lips thin. “I was joking. Slightly. So poor Sammy has to play gardener to a tree on its last limbs? Is that what the scythe is for? Pruning?”

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.