She wishes her grandmother had not been so protective, and that she understood better what passes between a man and woman. As it is, she simply enjoys the feelings and wonders if they are what...

Jesus was a man for simple people. He didn’t make his messages incredibly complex. If you were a person that had the eyes to see and the ears to hear… then his message was easily...

We were a bit like bacon and eggs, where y’know, the chicken is involved, but the pig is really committed? I totally gave myself to it just as we promised, “for better or worse”, and...

Her courage seemed to collapse around her ankles like an old pair of elastic undies

…shame spreads through his body like a drop of red dye in water.

The sky was like ebony and the only illumination was the harsh white light of the central streetlamp, which cast shadows so hard it seemed you might cut yourself on them.

Deciding whether or not to trust a person is like deciding whether or not to climb a tree because you might get a wonderful view from the highest branch or you might simply get covered...

I felt like one of Apollo’s sacred cows- slow, dumb, and bright red.

A house without books is like a room without windows.

And then it hits me like a fast, open-palmed, stinging smack in the face.Having a ghost boyfriend WASweird

The next morning dawned bright and sweet, like ribbon candy.

To most Christians, the Bible is like a software license. Nobody actually reads it. They just scroll to the bottom and click ‘I agree’.

He was going to die soon, you knew when you saw those eyes. There was no sign of life in his flesh, just the barest traces of what had once been a life. His body...

Yes, boys are a little like shoes. Why? Well…They can be useful. But mainly…They are nice to look at. Getting the right one can be a lovely accessory to an outfit. There are times when...

His voice is muddy, that’s what it is. Dark and brown and muddy. A note to it like coffee left too long on the burner. And unsweetened, bitter chocolate. But there’s dirt in it too,...

Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like.

A woman’s dress should be like a barbed-wire fence: serving its purpose without obstructing the view.

They passed, leaving a trail of foxfire shuffled up out of the wet leaves like stars plowed in a ship’s wake.

Time unlived grows old Like unworn robes in a locked chest.

He’s like a drug for you, Bella.

…as vivid and fabulous as a unicorn…

Deep in her soul, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like a sailor in distress, she would gaze out over the solitude of her life with desperate eyes, seeking some white sail in...

Love is like the human appendix. You take it for granted while it’s there, but when it’s suddenly gone you’re forced to endure horrible pain that can only be alleviated through drugs.

Like a fire alarm going off in your ear, sulfur up your nose, mouth full of sour milk, reality is what it is – you deal with it.

You,” Madeline said, her voice hollow and wheezing, “are like a bad case of herpes, wizard. You’re inconvenient, embarassing, no real threat, and you simply will not go away.

Reasoning with a drunkard is likeGoing under water with a torch to seek for a drowning man.

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.

And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears- the wind howls. Why must you mimic them?

He stopped the flyersAnd by his rare example made the cowardTurn terror into sport. As weeds beforeA vessel under sail, so men obeyedAnd fell below his stem. His sword, Death’s stamp,Where it did mark, it...

You know, a cell phone’s like a guy; if you don’t plug him in every night, charge him good, you got nothing at all.

A prayerless Christian is like a bus driver trying alone to push his bus out of a rut because he doesn’t know Clark Kent is on board.

Where to start?Everything cracks and shakes,The air trembles with similes,No one world’s better than another;the earth moans with metaphors.

Laughter erupted from her belly and shot out her mouth like pigeons through an open cage door, schoolchildren bursting into summer vacation, water from a tapped hydrant.

Miracles are like pimples, because once you start looking for them you find more than you ever dreamed you’d see.

Nanny’s words made Janie’s kiss across the gatepost seem like a manure pile after a rain

Ignorance is a lot like alcohol: the more you have of it, the less you are able to see its effect on you.

Love is like a booger, you pick and pick at it. Then when you get it you wonder how to get rid of it.

Life is like an onion; you peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.

…childlike wonder and awe have died. The scenery and poetry and music of the majesty of God have dried up like a forgotten peach at the back of the refrigerator.

She had the world’s worst poker face: her feelings floated across them like reflections on a still pond.

Could be an amazing product, sell like condoms at a high school prom, donuts at a police convention, sunscreen on a Caribbean crush ship.

Oh, noble child, everything is severing the mind. As for the mind, it is severing pride. There is nothing whatsoever that is not included in pride. If one simply understands that it is merely the...

The wind blowing through my ripped clothes was so cold that I felt like a Percysicle.

Hearing nuns’ confessions is like being stoned to death with popcorn.

Anxiety’s like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn’t get you very far.

They were contemplating moving into another house or, more exactly, loudly saying to each other, so as to be overheard by anyone who might be listening, that they were contemplating moving, when all at once...

It seemed my wholelife was composed of these disjointedfractions of time, hanging around in onepublic place and then another, as if I werewaiting for trains that never came. And, likeone of those ghosts who are...

Peeing is like a good book in that it is very, very hard to stop once you start.

She smiled like knife on a velvet, she stretched like cat on the sun.