Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces.

Metaphor is a slippery eel, if it wasn’t for its shock I’d stick to the easy catch of prose.

A poem without metaphor is a gelding; useless to nightmares.

In times like these I always cheered myself up with a certain story. I forgot just when I first heard it, or who I heard it from… but, back when I was young it would...

For him I was like the land, something to care for…well, he loved to make things grow. But he resembled the land more than me. He needed constant cultivation, or the fruit turned wild.

For somewhere,” said Poirot to himself, indulging in an absolute riot of mixed metaphors, “there is in the hay a needle, and among the sleeping dogs there is one on whom I shall put my...

The common man prays, ‘I want a cookie right now!’ And God responds, ‘If you’d listen to what I say, tomorrow it will bring you 100 cookies.

I’ve never had a rat, never chased one. I chase my own tail and that’s enough. I must now make plans for the day I catch it.

As I turned to leave, I looked down. Beside my foot, a sprout of greenery was clawing its way through the pristine nothingness to begin anew. It was later that I realized my haven had...

A metaphor is not merely a linguistic expression (a form of words) used for artistic or rhetorical purposes; instead, it is a process of human understanding by which we achieve meaningful experience that we can...

Not taking the Bible (or other texts based on ‘revealed truths’) literally leaves it up to the reader to cherry-pick elements for belief. There exists no guide for such cherry-picking, and zero religious sanction for...

It symbolizes a spear, and in this sorry world the symbol is the thing.

Like a dog defeated in a frenzied circle by its own tail and slowing and realizing then that the tail it was after all along was already its possession

Trees are like people and give the answers to the way of Man. They grow from the top down. Children, like treetops, have flexibility of youth, and sway more than larger adults at the bottom....

The sky is blue,’ he said, ‘the grass is green.’ Looking up, he saw that, on the contrary, the sky is like the veils which a thousand Madonnas have let fall from their hair; and...

Northumberland, thou ladder wherewithal the mounting Bolingbroke ascends my throne.

A sheet spread beneath an apple-tree can receive only apples; a sheet spread beneath the stars can receive only star-dust.

Anger is the wind which blows out the lamp of the mind.

Myths, legends and stories are the signposts previous generations have left us so we don’t have to figure out our own personal journey in solitude!They have to be metaphorical, because their interpretation will be different...

Metaphor isn’t just decorative language. If it were, it wouldn’t scare us so much. . . . Colorful language threatens some people, who associate it, I think, with a kind of eroticism (playing with language...

Where death follows, there’s life. When darkness surrounds you in a world of chaos, search and you’ll eventually find the light.

I’m a little pencil in the hand of a writing God, who is sending a love letter to the world.

She was lost now, she’d been silenced- another dead branch on Cordova’s warped tree.

Time is the moving image of eternity.

It was my turn to be silent while a small family of moments crossed my path, single file, from the left, sticking their tongues out at me.

We are all but symbols of some greater thing—totems of ourselves–subject to change and growth. When we forget that metaphoric sense of ourselves, we lose sight of the overall path.

One feature of the usual script for plague: the disease invariably comes from somewhere else. The names for syphilis, when it began its epidemic sweep through Europe in the last decade of the fifteenth century...

The hippo of recollection stirred in the muddy waters of the mind.

Anyone else feel like that? Like your life’s a big act. Like you’re trying to be a man when you’re just a scared kid, trying to keep under control when you really want to scream,...

The mist hung in the air like a prancing unicorn.

Ove gives the box a skeptical glance, as if it’s a highly dubious sort of box, a box that rides a scooter and wears tracksuit pants and just called Ove “my friend” before offering to...

…a small stream…sings a carefree song as it runs by your house. It is so nonthreatening that you can sit by it, look at your reflection in the water, and even wash your hands in...

The foundation of irreligious criticism is: Man makes religion, religion does not make man. Religion is, indeed, the self-consciousness and self-esteem of man who has either not yet won through to himself, or has already...

Maybe we’re standing like coins on the edge?”Allie considered this. “Meaning?””Meaning, we might be able to shake things up a little, and find a way to come up heads.””Or tails,” suggested Allie.”What are you talking...

Until the thirst for power parched his throat, he was a fearless and noble lord.

All words, in every language, are metaphors.

Desiring the exhilarations of changes: The motive for metaphor, shrinking fromThe weight of primary noon …

love was never meant to bejust a metaphorbetween the pages of poetry.

I now warn the reader not to mock me and my mental daze. It is easy for him and me to decipher now a past destiny; but a destiny in the making is, believe me,...

It is the job of the market to turn the base material of our emotions into gold.

I tried to pick the burned ones from the bowl but I didn’t get many of them because I didn’t make much of an effort, and even though I was taking the burned ones out...

My master gives me bread and beer and every good thing.

A mist rises from a nearby mound. It could be me, that mist, or simply the caretaker’s mower-dust. If the breeze blows just right, I’ll ghost your solid, entwine your hair. Promise me you won’t...

They’re holding flushes of face cards, and I think we’re the pot.-Ennesby

Mathematics, which most of us see as the most factual of all sciences, constitutes the most colossal metaphor imaginable, and must be judged, aesthetically as well as intellectually in terms of the success of this...

Some say you have only one shot in life, well if you get ammo, you can reload.

But karma is not in fact a material accumulation, and does not depend on externals; rather its power to condition us depends on the obstacles that impede our knowledge. If we compare our karma and...

The known is finite, the unknown infinite; intellectually we stand on an islet in the midst of an illimitable ocean of inexplicability. Our business in every generation is to reclaim a little more land, to...

Mason took in enough cannabis smoke to allow a Lipan Apache manipulating a blanket over it to transmit the complete works of Tennyson.

Feelings that would not have disgraced a leader who, now that the snow has begun to fall and the mountain-top is covered in mist, knows that he must lay himself down and die before morning...