#metaphor

Everything was a metaphor; all things were something other than themselves. The pain, for example, was an ocean, and he was adrift on it. His body was a city and his mind a citadel. All communications between the two seemed to have been cut, but within the keep that was his mind he still had power. The part of his consciousness that was telling him the pain did not hurt, and that all things were like other things, was like...like...he found it hard to think of a comparison. A magic mirror, maybe. ↗

— Iain M. Banks

#pain #communication

He danced with the sky instead, and the sky dropped him like a rotten plum. ↗

— Laini Taylor

#falling #metaphor #death

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

— Lee Argus

#darkness #death #lee-argus #life #metaphor

The well-being of a neuron depends on its ability to communicate with other neurons. Studies have shown that electrical and chemical stimulation from both a neuron's inputs and its targets support vital cellular processes. Neurons unable to connect effectively with other neurons atrophy. Useless, an abandoned neuron will die. ↗

— Lisa Genova

#science #communication

Once a flower is picked it immediately begins to die. ↗

— Nenia Campbell

#dying #metaphor #death

Achilles might be a good papa to the family, but he was also a killer, and he never forgives. Poke knew that, though. Bean warned her, and she knew it, but she chose Achilles for their papa anyway. Chose him and then died for it. She was like that Jesus that Helga preached about in her kitchen while they ate. She died for her people. And Achilles, he was like God. He made people pay for their sins no matter what they did. The important thing is, stay on the good side of God. That's what Helga teaches, isn't it? Stay right with God. I'll stay right with Achilles. I'll honor my papa, that's for sure, so I can stay alive until I'm old enough to go out on my own. ↗

— Orson Scott Card

#forgiveness #god #jesus #metaphor #murder

Living a good life is like flipping pancakes. If you hesitate, it splatters all over the place. ↗

— Matt Simpson

#life #living #metaphor #life

And so I will take back up my poor life, so plain and so tranquil, where phrases are adventures and the only flowers I gather are metaphors. ↗

— Gustave Flaubert

#metaphor #life

putriku menaiki lidah petir. membangunkan setiap raksasa malas. mengejarnya hingga sudutsudut kebun hidup. menggambar pertentangan dan kehancuran. ↗

— Dorothea Rosa Herliany

#life #metaphor #play #life

Do you know why teachers use me? Because I speak in tongues. I write metaphors. Every one of my stories is a metaphor you can remember. The great religions are all metaphor. We appreciate things like Daniel and the lion’s den, and the Tower of Babel. People remember these metaphors because they are so vivid you can’t get free of them and that’s what kids like in school. They read about rocket ships and encounters in space, tales of dinosaurs. All my life I’ve been running through the fields and picking up bright objects. I turn one over and say, Yeah, there’s a story. And that’s what kids like. Today, my stories are in a thousand anthologies. And I’m in good company. The other writers are quite often dead people who wrote in metaphors: Edgar Allan Poe, Herman Melville, Washington Irving, Nathaniel Hawthorne. All these people wrote for children. They may have pretended not to, but they did. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#literature #metaphors #writing #art