#simi

Coincidence obeys no laws and if it does we don't know what they are. Coincidence, if you'll permit me the simile, is like the manifestation of God at every moment on our planet. A senseless God making senseless gestures at his senseless creatures. In that hurricane, in that osseous implosion, we find communion. ↗

— Roberto Bolaño

#simile

It sounded like a piece of blackboard being dragged over the nails of a wall of severed fingers. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#paraphrased #simile #simile

A friend... sort of. Ren watches me like I'm a cookie jar he wouldn't mind being caught with his hands in. ↗

— Andrea Cremer

#yearning #simile

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

— Sarah Addison Allen

#morning #new-day #simile #simile

I respond, thoughts dropping away, like pebbles plopping one by one in water, sinking down, down into dark oblivion. ↗

— Sophie Jordan

#infatuation #simile #simile

Asking an eight-year-old girl if something is a little over-the-top is like asking a Texan if there are too many jalapenos in the salsa. The answer is always no." -Liberty Jones ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#simile #sugar-daddy #texans #simile

A great idea should always be left to steep like loose tea leaves in a teapot for a while to make sure that the tea will be strong enough and that the idea truly is a great one. ↗

— Phoebe Stone

#simile #tea #thoughts #simile

This coffee falls into your stomach, and straightway there is a general commotion. Ideas begin to move like the battalions of the Grand Army of the battlefield, and the battle takes place. Things remembered arrive at full gallop, ensuing to the wind. The light cavalry of comparisons deliver a magnificent deploying charge, the artillery of logic hurry up with their train and ammunition, the shafts of with start up like sharpshooters. Similes arise, the paper is covered with ink; for the struggle commences and is concluded with torrents of black water, just as a battle with powder. ↗

— Honoré de Balzac

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

— Lisa Schroeder

#simile #simile

Did you ever get the feeling that everything was too perfect? Like the moment was so good that something had to be wrong? Kind of like the way a fish sees that bright, shiny lure just before it chomps down and gets hauled out of water to become someone's lunch. ↗

— Neal Shusterman

#metaphor #perfect #perfectionism #simile #suspicion