All Quotes By Tag: Metaphor
“She was to be content to weave a steady life with him, all one fabric, but perhaps brocaded with the occasional flower of an adventure. But how could she know what she would feel next year? How could one ever know? How could one say Yes? for years and years? The little yes, gone on a breath! Why should one be pinned down by that butterfly word? Of course it had to flutter away and be gone, to be followed by other yes’s and no’s! Like the straying of butterflies.”
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“We are all potentially demons to each other, but some close relationships are saved from this fate.”
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“I lean against my sister’s shoulder. “I thought lightning wasn’t supposed to strike in the same place twice.””Sure it does,” Izzy tells me. “But only if you’re too dumb to move.”
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“The salt is to the food, what soul is to the body.”
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“Some people when they see cheese, chocolate or cake they don’t think of calories.”
“The horizon changes but the sun does not.”
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“The hours here are flat and round, disks of gray layered one on top of the other…they move slowly, at a grind, until it seems as though they are not moving at all. They are just pressing down…”
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“Story is metaphor for life and life is lived in time.”
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“The poet, however, uses these two crude, primitive, archaic forms of thought (simile and metaphor) in the most uninhibited way, because his job is not to describe nature, but to show you a world completely absorbed and possessed by the human mind.”
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“Three postcards await our perusal, yea, three visions of a world.One: I see a theme park where there are lots of rides, but there is nobody who can control them and nobody who knows how the rides end. Grief counseling, however, is included in the price of admission.Two: I see an accident. An explosion of some kind inhabited by happenstantial life forms. A milk spill gone bacterial, only with more flame. It has no meaning or purpose or master. It simply is.Three: I see a stage, a world where every scene is crafted. Where men act out their lives within a tapestry, where meaning and beauty exist, where right and wrong are more than imagined constructs. There is evil. There is darkness. There is the Winter of tragedy, every life ending, churned back into the soil. But the tragedy leads to Spring. The story does not end in frozen death. The fields are sown in grief. The harvest will be reaped in joy. I see a Master’s painting. I listen to a Master’s prose. When darkness falls on me, when I stand on my corner of the stage and hear my cue, when I know my final scene has come and I must exit, I will go into the ground like corn, waiting for the Son.”
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“I stopped writing in the obvious. I wrote how I saw it and if they don’t understand it, that’s fine.”
“Where death follows, there’s life. When darkness surrounds you in a world of chaos, search and you’ll eventually find the light.”
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“Where to start?Everything cracks and shakes,The air trembles with similes,No one world’s better than another;the earth moans with metaphors.”
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“He danced with the sky instead, and the sky dropped him like a rotten plum.”
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“I will turn human anatomy into roses and stars and sea. I will dissect the beloveds body in metaphor.”
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