Metaphors Quotes

Metaphors Quote of the day

Metaphors have a way of holding the most truth in the least space.

The dancing vortex of a sacred metaphor clashes horns and halos to make wounded music set to the tempo of a new era in brilliant labor.

If women are breadwinners and men bring home the bacon, why do people complain about having no dough? I'm confused. Also hungry.

Tomas did not realize at the time that metaphors are dangerous. Metaphors are not to be trifled with. A single metaphor can give birth to love.

A poet is a verb that blossoms light in gardens of dawn, or sometimes midnight.

Metaphor is awkward, but emotion, by its nature, leaves you no more scalable approach.

Just because something is a metaphor doesn't mean it can't be real.

I want to paint the way a bird sings.

After a bad trip, don't carry your luggage on board the next flight. Stay grounded til you figure out a new way to travel.

What is it that you contain? The dead, time, light patterns of millenia opening in your gut. What is salted up in the memory of you? Memory past and memory future.

for those memories are nowjust like these little kittensI hold in my handsthose can be kissedand treasuredbut not held too tightly.

Garbage in, garbage out. Or rather more felicitously: the tree of nonsense is watered with error, and from its branches swing the pumpkins of disaster.

If his choice now was to risk either sunshine with a chance of rain or heatstroke with a chance of tornado, he’d go with the sunshine.

The match I struck shall not run deadYou’re my first inhale, my last cigarette.

You touched my heart...ever so softlyand I realizedtears had never been...merely saltand the rainOh the Rain!had never been merely water.

We got there without being spotted. I pulled her in, then shut the door, pressing my back to it and exhaling like an epileptic pilot who'd just landed a cargo plane full of dynamite.

The idea is to spin the wheel of metaphors and images until sparks of associations begin to fly for the reader.

Metaphysics in philosophy is, of course, supposed to characterize what is real - literally real. The irony is that such a conception of the real depends upon unconscious metaphors.

In this book, much is metaphorical, not as it seems. It’s written for writing’s sake, as if I were to say, “Let me tell you I’m dying.” Well of course I am. So are you.

My mother may no longer be (if she ever was) a mast to which I can rope myself. But I fear the loss of Lesley. Without her observance, and her sturdy presence, I would feel windblown.

All wishes are best granted metaphorically. Metaphors are much easier to see than the real thing.

The tailor bird builds her nest in deep woods, she uses no more than one branch.The mole drinks off the river, it can only fill one belly.

I grunted, hauling the rope hand over hand. A plaintive squeak came from the pulley system with each draw, as if I had strapped some unfortunate mouse to a torture device and was twisting with glee.

The joyous clamor in my mind drowned out the strange sound outside the car: a humming noise that was gathering speed and growing louder, a roar that was not the waves curling up the beach.

Between the beach and the big breaking waves about a quarter mile off was a stretch of bumpy, glistening reef, its usual blanket of water pulled back by a celestial hand.

She was a poetry book with the wrong dust jacket, shelved in the Reference section.

I think poetry without metaphor is like husband and wife living in separate bedrooms.

An idealist is one who, on noticing that a rose smells better than a cabbage, concludes that it makes a better soup.

Metaphors: knowledge existing in several states and without contradiction

I'm always amazed that people will stand around books for hours and only look at the spine. I think I should write a book called "the power of having a spine" - #metaphor

Like petals what's beautiful is often delicate. Take care of the ones you love by not holding them too tightly

A fleeting second on someone's news feed, No dearth of meanings for those who read, Not my stories but 'tis what I think, I say I don't write poems, I just write dreams.

What a wonderful world it could be, when spiritual factions would choose to read sacred writings as colorful metaphors and not as bloody declarations of war. (“Is heaven a place in the sky?”)

Know a man by his metaphors.

You don't understand the power of loss when it first hits you like a baseball coming fast from an out-of-control pitcher....It's the third day after an injury when the pain really starts to throb.

The heart pointed to the brain and said with great disdain, “Those who live their lives in here live the lives most full of fear.

People who want to climb mountains just like taking metaphors for real. So when I say I could murder for a mangosteen, I hope you don’t think I’m going to go out and do that.

Who's to know what makes a bird wake up and decide to change its song? It was written that our world would change and it changed.

Lead's erasing then vanishingBanished from whatever it is they're drinking and it's cleanedRunning from the pitcher as if it's her fantasy

Solitary walks are great for getting new ideas. It's like you're in a video game and you pick up idea coins on the way.

Her eyes burrow into my forehead like greedy grubs that want to feed off my private thoughts.