Simile Quotes
The moon was a crescent, thin and sharp as the blade of a knife.
It was a chilly morning after the night's rain, and the sun hung in the sky like a pale coin lost by someone high up in the clouds.
This supreme instance of Troy's goodness fell upon Gabriel's ears like the thirteenth stroke of a crazy clock.
Using a metaphor in front of a man as unimaginative as Ridcully was like ared flag to a bu... was like putting something very annoying in front ofsomeone who was annoyed by it.
I began to cry but maintained my shouting through it, like a wind through sheets of rain.
I'm like an onion. You can peel away my layers, but the further you go, the more it'll make you cry.
Stress level: extreme. It's like she was a jar with the lid screwed on too tight, and inside the jar were pickles, angry pickles, and they were fermenting, and about to explode.
