#simile

Like a lamp, dispelling the darkness of ignorance ↗

— Dalai Lama XIV

#simile #buddhism

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. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#simile #simile

As the station wagon pulled back onto the highway, the sun was slowly sinking below the horizon like a leaky boat. Well, except for that fact that boats are not generally round, orange and on fire. Hmm. Come to think of it, in no way whatsoever did the sun, in this instance, resemble a leaky boat. My apologies. That was a dreadful attempt at simile. Please allow me to try again. As the station wagon pulled back onto the highway, the sun was slowly sinking below the horizon like a self-luminous, gaseous sphere comprised mainly of of hydrogen and helium. ↗

— Cuthbert Soup

#dusk #funny #simile #sink #sun

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

— Julie Anne Grasso

#middle-grade #simile #courage

My tears are like a whole pack of dogs on leashes; no matter how I try to tug them back, they just keep barreling forward. ↗

— Holly Schindler

#beauty

Beauty soaks reality as water fills a rag. ↗

— Chet Raymo

#reality #simile #water #beauty

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 was like a dilapidated old house from which all furniture and fixtures have been removed and which awaited now only its final demolition. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#dying #human #simile #death

There are three types of friends: those like food without which you can't live those like medicine which you need occasionally and those like an illness which you never want. ↗

— Solomon Ibn Gabirol

#simile #food

An idealist is one who, on noticing that a rose smells better than a cabbage, concludes that it makes a better soup. ↗

— Bertrand Russell

#cooking #fragrance #humor #idealism #metaphors

London opens to you like a novel itself. [...] It is divided into chapters, the chapters into scenes, the scenes into sentences; it opens to you like a series of rooms, door, passsage, door. Mayfair to Piccadilly to Soho to the Strand. ↗

— Anna Quindlen

#geography #literary-london #london #metropolis #similes