#simile

And my life went to pieces, like a love letter in the rain. ↗

— Will Christopher Baer

#simile #life

Life is like a box of Hand grenades,You never know what will blow you to kingdom come ↗

— Mario Puzo

#paraphrased #simile #life

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

— Mae West

#love #simile #love

We speak now or I do, and others do. You've never spoken before. You will. You'll be able to say how the city is a pit and a hill and a standard and an animal that hunts and a vessel on the sea and the sea and how we are fish in it, not like the man who swims weekly with fish but the fish with which he swims, the water, the pool. I love you, you light me, warm me, you are suns. You have never spoken before. ↗

— China Miéville

#embassytown #language #lies-that-speak-truth #metaphors #similes

If she were here I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off her. I would hold her so close she'd beg me to let her breathe. I'd kiss her so hard she'd plead for mercy. I'd unfasten her clothing and lie with her onthat hard bed, and what was between us would be as far above the ordinary congress between man and woman as the stars are above their pale reflections in the lake below. ↗

— Juliet Marillier

#reunion #romance #simile #love

...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. ↗

— John Piper

#joy #simile #similes #worship #music

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

— Jay M. Bylsma

#drinking #ignorance #simile #alcohol

The only way I can describe the extent of my anxiety is to say that I felt as if I were pregnant with a rock. ↗

— Katharine Graham

#simile #strikes #washington-post #anxiety

Stress level: extreme. It's like she was a jar with the lid screwed on too tight, and inside the jar were pickles, angry pickles, and they were fermenting, and about to explode. ↗

— Fiona Wood

#stress #stress

I contend that for a nation to try to tax itself into prosperity is like a man standing in a bucket and trying to lift himself up by the handle. ↗

— Winston Churchill

#simile #taxation #economics