Metaphorical Quotes Novels & Stories

Eyes that were not quite eyes followed every motion of her breath. > “All right,” Mira said, trying to sound like a patient teacher instead of someone mentoring a reality-bending toddler. “Lesson one: emotional regulation.” > I don’t understand the term. > “Obviously. Okay—humans feel things, but we don’t let those things turn the weather purple.” > Purple is pretty. > “It’s catastrophic.” > So is love. Mira sighed. “Oh, wonderful, you’ve discovered poetry again.” From behind her, Adrian cleared his throat. “Maybe try… smaller metaphors?”

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

he says. "Yes." "I hate it." "No you do not." "You are right. I do not hate it. I just do not like it." "That is okay. You do not have to like it. You just have to be in it." He looks at me. "That is a metaphor," he says. "Everything is a metaphor." "No. Everything is just everything. Sometimes the water is just water." I look at him. "When did you become a philosopher." "When I stopped trying to find meaning in everything."