Sand was dribbling out of the bag of her attention, faster and faster.
Sarah BlakeTags: metaphor distraction
My very photogenic mother died in a freak accident (picnic, lightning) when I was three, and, save for a pocket of warmth in the darkest past, nothing of her subsists within the hollows and dells of memory, over which, if you can still stand my style (I am writing under observation), the sun of my infancy had set: surely, you all know those redolent remnants of day suspended, with the midges, about some hedge in bloom or suddenly entered and traversed by the rambler, at the bottom of a hill, in the summer dusk; a furry warmth, golden midges.
Vladimir NabokovTags: humor memory metaphor mothers
What a different result one gets by changing the metaphor!
George EliotTags: metaphor
Outside, daylight was bleeding slowly toward dusk.
Stephen KingTags: man metaphor dusk running king stephen
And metaphors like cats behind your smile,
Each one wound up to purr,
each one a pride,
Each one a fine gold beast you've hid inside (...)
Tags: cats smile metaphor pride purr
Boredom was my bedmate and it was hogging the sheets.
Andrew DavidsonTheir life is mysterious, it is like a forest; from far off it seems a unity, it can be comprehended, described, but closer it begins to separate, to break into light and shadow, the density blinds one. Within there is no form, only prodigious detail that reaches everywhere: exotic sounds, spills of sunlight, foliage, fallen trees, small beasts that flee at the sound of a twig-snap, insects, silence, flowers.
And all of this, dependent, closely woven, all of it is deceiving. There are really two kinds of life. There is, as Viri says, the one people believe you are living, and there is the other. It is this other which causes the trouble, this other we long to see.
Tags: family people trees metaphor forest
Life's a climb. But the view is great.
Miley CyrusTags: struggle metaphor enjoyment
I know the expression love bloomed is metaphorical, but in my heart in this moment, there is one badass flower, captured in time-lapse photography, going from bud to wild radiant blossom in ten seconds flat.
Jandy NelsonTags: metaphor
I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I'm seeing we don't live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It's an infinite playlist.
David LevithanTags: love metaphor song lyric moment bhie chord
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