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The ocean is a supreme metaphor for change. I expect the unexpected but am never fully prepared.

The photograph contains and constrains within its own boundaries, excluding all else, a microcosmic analogue of the framing of space which is knowledge. As such it becomes a metaphor of power, having the ability to appropriate and decontextualize time and space and those who exist within it.

The plane of consistency is the abolition of all metaphor; all that consists is Real.

The point at which the photograph ceases to function as a metaphor is the point at which it is free to propose an experiential model.

The practice of employing metaphor and image and composition and linguistic choices to move the reader through the content.

The price of metaphor is eternal vigilance.

There are few things as toxic as a bad metaphor. You can't think without metaphors.

The system metaphor is a story that everyone--customers, programmers, and managers--can tell about how the system works.

There exists a huge dump of worn-out metaphors which have lost all evocative power and are merely used because they save people the trouble of inventing phrases for themselves.

There are metaphors more real than the people who walk in the street.

The recognition that no knowledge can be complete, no metaphor entire, is itself humanizing. It counteracts fanaticism. It grants even to adversaries the possibility of partial truth, and to oneself the possibility of error.

There is a terrible sameness to the euphoria of alcohol and the euphoria of metaphor.

The whole concept of the devil is a metaphor on one level.

The traditional metaphor for a spiritual investigation is that of the voyage or the journey. From this image I must dissociate myself. I do not consider myself a voyager, I have preferred to stand still.

The vampires have always been metaphors for me. They've always been vehicles through which I can express things I have felt very, very deeply.

They see me as a symbol, and not a human being. That way they can kill me, say it’s not murder it’s a metaphor.

The word and the shadow of the word / makes a thing both itself and something else / till we are metaphors and not ourselves . . .

This is a magical and inspiring metaphor through which adult readers will identify anger issues and discover practical methods to energize enduring change.

Throwing stones is the birthright and duty of anyone subject to foreign rule. Throwing stones is an action as well as a metaphor of resistance.

Thought is metaphoric, and proceeds by comparison, and the metaphors of language derive therefrom.

through metaphor to reconcile the people and the stones.

Under his (Marc Chagall, ed.) sole impulse metaphor made its triumphal entry into modern painting.

Transcendence is something between a metaphor and a miracle.

Understanding a metaphor is like deciphering a code or unraveling a riddle.

Using painting as a metaphor for consciousness is what I'm interested in.

Unregulated competition is a naive metaphor for anarchy.

We have a 'now you see Him, now you don't' God. We have Himself clothed in visions, in dreams, in metaphors, in parables, in the poetry of the Bible, and in all the ordinariness of the lives we live.

Walt Kelly was much more interested in allegory and politics, and I'm much more interested in metaphors and myth.

We are prisoners of our own metaphors, metaphorically speaking.

We had put almost all of our possessions in storage, which was a metaphor for being twenty, as were so many things.

Writers who have nothing to say always strain for metaphors to say it in.

What we know for sure is that metaphor is the raw uranium of poetry, and that an urge to say that one thing is like something else is one of the earliest markers of the poetic spirit, the nascent poet.

With a horror movie, you're making a metaphor. You're making a personalized nightmare for the protagonist.

We say that time passes, time goes by, and time flows. Those are metaphors. We also think of time as a medium in which we exist.

Writers think in metaphors. Editors work in metaphors. A great reader reads in metaphors.

You don't organize metaphors . . . you explode them.

You have to put your own oxygen mask before you put on others... It's a good metaphor for parenting

You don't see something until you have the right metaphor to perceive it.

A chill swept through the air, the sort of graveyard kiss promising bad news to follow.

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.

You live for pretentious metaphors.

[About describing atomic models in the language of classical physics:] We must be clear that when it comes to atoms, language can be used only as in poetry. The poet, too, is not nearly so concerned with describing facts as with creating images and establishing mental connections.

A chill December morning dawned, with rags and tatters of mist hanging on the trees like poor people’s washing.

Acoustics reverberate inside of Lucy Anna, bouncing off her walls and slamming against her bars. Harmonic prison.

After that hard winter, one could not get enough of the nimble air. Every morning I wakened with a fresh consciousness that winter was over. There were none of the signs of spring for which I used to watch in Virginia, no budding woods or blooming gardens. There was only—spring itself; the throb of it, the light restlessness, the vital essence of it everywhere: in the sky, in the swift clouds, in the pale sunshine, and in the warm, high wind—rising suddenly, sinking suddenly, impulsive and playful like a big puppy that pawed you and then lay down to be petted. If I had been tossed down blindfold on that red prairie, I should have known that it was spring.

A faint tickling on the back of his right hand caused Eragon to look down. A huge, wingless cricket clung to his glove. The insect was hideous: black and bulbous, with barbed legs and a massive skull-like head. Its carapace gleamed like oil.

...All without any more sound than flipping over a playing card. And sitting in this limo, compared to my fifteen-year-old Volkswagen Beetle I'd bought off a friend, was as quiet as sitting at the bottom of a lake wearing earplugs.

A half roll of Life Savers fused to the pockets, And in yet another, a lone unwrapped mint Had bundled itself in a stole of gray lint.

Ale přimět se vidět, jak úžasní jste vy sami, to je jako tlačit do kopce obří marshmallow.

A little of him leaned to the muscularity of the homosexual. He would never practice, of course. The physical buttock act repelled him. Though sometimes he experienced a jolting warmth when Tom, one of his friends, bear-hugged him. Or gave him a bristled kiss on a bristled cheek. Certainly there was masculine voltage there. But it was safe. It was the rose border to the act. And like a voyeur, he could peer into the tropical garden from the safety of the rose border. He could experience male pillage of his sex mentally. Yes, it was safe. He would never step from the rose to the man-eating orchid. English rain and misty sun, yes. The hints, yes. But he would never take his machete into the jungle.