Symbol Literature Examples Novels & Stories

There was a quiet intensity about her, a hunger to learn that intrigued him. "Miss Jones," Alistair suddenly called, snapping Kayla out of her concentration. Her head shot up, her wide eyes meeting his piercing gaze. "Y-yes, sir?" she stammered, her heart racing. "What are your thoughts on the impact of symbolism in storytelling? For example, the use of the green light in The Great Gatsby." Kayla hesitated, her nerves creeping up again. But she forced herself to speak. "Um, I think the green light represents hope and unattainable dreams. It’s a constant reminder of what Gatsby is striving for but also what he can never truly have."

"These symbols hold a deeper meaning, a message from the very essence of the realm itself." Elysia furrows her brow, her gaze fixed on the symbol. She senses a connection, an invisible thread that pulls at her instincts. "It's as if the realm is trying to communicate with us," she muses. With their hearts alight with curiosity and purpose, the heroes embark on a quest to decipher the meaning behind these signs. Each symbol they encounter seems to point them towards a specific direction, guiding them through lush forests, winding rivers, and ancient ruins.

I pointed out. “Let’s hope not,” Evelina admonished. “I pick the sun as my symbol. What about you?” “Water,” I grunted. We moved together, passing through different combinations of symbols as the dials turned with every pull on the chains. Until the symbol for the sun appeared on her pillar and water appeared on the dial on my pillar.

They were all facing in toward one another and identical except for one small detail: the symbols were each comprised of six dots in a hexagonal pattern, but two of the symbols on opposite trunks were painted white while the dots of the other two were black. Lyda had no idea what these symbols could mean. She did not recall seeing them in the book. She reached up and ran her fingers along one of the white-dotted symbols. The concave indents of each dot were smooth and almost pleasant to touch. Instinctively, Lyda reached up with her other hand to touch one of the black dots on an adjacent trunk, but flinched when her finger came into contact with it. Unlike the white circles, the black ones

The air inside was filled with the comforting scent of old books, inviting them to explore the treasures that lined the shelves. They made their way to the section where the intriguing book awaited, its cover glistening with a subtle hint of magic. Kaida carefully picked it up, running her fingers over the embossed symbol that seemed to pulse with a hidden energy. "What do you think this symbol represents?" she mused, her eyes filled with wonder. Aric studied the symbol intently, his brow furrowed in concentration. "It looks ancient, as if it holds a secret meaning. Perhaps it leads to a forgotten realm or a hidden path."

Was that the only book? Her breath caught sharply when the book she pulled showed a symbol, the same circle with three intersecting lines. Althea opened the book rapidly, flipping through the pages faster now while adrenaline surged harder beneath her exhaustion. Ancient diagrams spread across yellowed paper. Tunnel systems. Convergence structures. Movement routes. She immediately noted that the symbol stamped repeatedly beside specific route markings. “What the hell are you?” She whispered, gritting her teeth. The library doors opened behind her. Althea barely looked up.

I whimpered, trying to type the next sentence. He chuckled darkly and thrust up slowly, grinding deep. “That’s the point. Read what you have so far. Out loud.” I moaned softly as he rocked me on his cock. “The… symbolism in the novel represents… ahh… the struggle between desire and morality…” “Wrong,” he interrupted, thrusting harder. “Symbolism doesn’t ‘represent the struggle.’ Be more precise. Fix it.” I gasped, trying to correct the sentence while his thick cock stretched me open. “The symbolism… illustrates the internal conflict between…”

The sword was lit on fire. I took my phone out to look at mine, eager to see what they were. The one that Grant gave me was a coat of arms that had what looked to be the tree of life, which had an aura surrounding it. Beneath the tree were various flowers being brought to life. The tree of life often symbolizes the balance between all things as well as the past, present, and future. The one that Gabriel gave me was another coat of arms with a Celtic knot within a blossomed lotus flower. The knot symbolized the loyalty and love that bound souls together – eternal love. The lotus flower symbolized strength, resilience, and rebirth.

"Yeah?" "Yeah. It's… it has so much symbolism, just like everything by nature. So beautifully imprinted. The sunsets are as if… it gives us the hope that all our problems could set too and at the end of the day, we could close our eyelids and forget those same problems… all of them until the next day begins," he told me and I was stumped because of how deep those words were. It was almost as if he was talking about himself and the idea of closing his eyes gave him solace. I don't know why but I felt an anger simmering inside of me. I took a deep breath and cleared my frown before looking at him.

Lydia kept a cautious arm around her friend's elbow, keeping him straight going on the road rather than weaving back and forth. “These- the bright symbols of man’s hope and fame, in which he reads his blessing or his curse- are syllables with which God speaks his name, in the vast utterance of the universe.” Bo spoke in a whisper, his voice almost echoing on the empty streets as he did not look down from the night sky.