Metaphorical Quotes Novels & Stories

I laughed hard and comfort envelops my chest that I start speaking from my heart. “We are not the perfect mates, well, I don’t think anyone is but Jacob and I kept on riding this wheel.” I sighed, looked away and smile a bit. “We stand in opposite sides of this wheel and the lines just won’t meet. We keep rolling. One second, we’re greater than great and then the next, we are tumbling down hard and rough.” Seth listens and I appreciate how he tried to absorb and analyze the metaphoric phrases that I use. “That’s deep. So, in which part of the wheel do you two stand now?” he asked, careful.

"I think better comes after different. Different is the bridge you have to cross to get there." A small silence. "Dad would say something like that," Ethan said. "Probably using more words, and with some kind of long metaphor about rivers." "Probably with at least one historical reference." "And a quote he'd pretend to remember off the top of his head but had definitely looked up the night before." She laughed. The sound of it surprised her a little — how full it was, how easy. How much it sounded like something a person made when they were genuinely laughing and not just being polite about it.

] "Woah that felt good. I was totally handsome right!!!" [You looked like a monkey who wants to fly.] "Terrible metaphor, you mean pig right." [At least you understand yourself host.] "Hah haaah I so want to kill now."

she mused as the bad mood was taking control of each of her expressions "this has been completed your fault." "You speak as if you were under the command of some general and your his exalted soldier faithful to his orders you second him", making use of an obvious metaphor openly seeking to make me understand and continue saying "Lyall has simply caught our attention so you have to understand that it is nothing of the other world, now I ask you are you afraid of him?"

And that is my dream. Fuck! I'm such an idiot. Who would like to take and keep a shoe? I can't believe myself, that I was so dumbbbbbb that time! I did not expect that phrase will affect my life! my WHOLE FUCKING LIFE! I did not know it was the Fucking Figurative Language! Do you know? Metaphor? I was blind by innocence! Poor me... Poor this handsome me. Didn't know what lies behind that phrase long ago. So when did I?

“Sixteen years, and I think he pretty much figured it out to some degree.” “That probably went over like a ton of bricks.” “It was fine, and your comment is invalid.” She rolled her eyes and took a small sip of the warm beverage. “What’s invalid?” “A ton of bricks don’t go over.” She lifted her eyebrow. “That’s kind of the point of the phrase. Anyway, really? With all we both have going on, you want to try to correct my metaphors?” “Analogies.” “Metaphors.” “Whatever,” she barked and sighed softly.

It’s just a phrase we like to use. Oh! My ears perked with interest as Fillipo continued ranting like a university professor. ‘Strap up, boot up… they all mean ‘stay alert’... our ancestors go to war often, you see, so our metaphors are related to the army attire, I guess… ‘kill it’ means drop whatever you’re doing… ‘slice it’ means ‘retreat for a bigger kill’..... Christ, why the hell am I telling you all this?’ He shoved his hands back into his pockets and spun around to the door. ‘I’m going, for real this time.’

“You have the fire, I told you that. But a fire without control is just a wildfire. It consumes everything and leaves only ash. You must become the architect of that fire.” The metaphor was so much more potent than a simple ‘show, don’t tell.’ It resonated deep within her. “How do I learn to do that? “By interrogating every assumption,” he said, his voice dropping to a more intimate timbre. “Nothing is self-evident. Don’t accept what is on the surface. Literature is alive, it tests you. It demands honesty, not convenience.” She scribbled frantically, trying to capture the essence of his words. He watched her, his gaze steady and unnervingly focused.

I held my breath and continue reading. “He really left us, me and his child. He was really a devil incarnation, his the devil himself. The quote I read before, when I was still in earth did come true. And I never expected for it to happen to me. I should have not stared, I should have stop him from staring at the abyss.” What?… It felt like their was bomb drop right through my face. A child? Staring at the abyss? Was it metaphoric expression about the quote? Or was it in literal sense?!

He crossed his arms while narrowing his eyes at me. Time passed while playing, laughing and revealing a few things about each other which made me late for the office. Just thinking about it gives me a weird feeling. •••••••••••••• 'Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see'. ~Mark Twain. I used this quote in my poem. H.LOCKHART.