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Books are the mirrors of the soul.
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metaphor
soul
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Virginia Woolf |
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People say that eyes are windows to the soul.
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metaphor
life
inspirational
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Khaled Hosseini |
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Life is a journey. Time is a river. The door is ajar
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metaphor
life
zen
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Jim Butcher |
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I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me.
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metaphor
silence
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Haruki Murakami |
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The sense of tragedy - according to Aristotle - comes, ironically enough, not from the protagonist's weak points but from his good qualities. Do you know what I'm getting at? People are drawn deeper into tragedy not by their defects but by their virtues. ... [But] we accept irony through a device called metaphor. And through that we grow and become deeper human beings.
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metaphor
life
wisdom
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Haruki Murakami |
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Half the people in the world think that the metaphors of their religious traditions, for example, are facts. And the other half contends that they are not facts at all. As a result we have people who consider themselves believers because they accept metaphors as facts, and we have others who classify themselves as atheists because they think religious metaphors are lies.
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metaphor
myth
religion
believers
theists
organized-religion
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Joseph Campbell |
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I wonder which is preferable, to walk around all your life swollen up with your own secrets until you burst from the pressure of them, or to have them sucked out of you, every paragraph, every sentence, every word of them, so at the end you're depleted of all that was once as precious to you as hoarded gold, as close to you as your skin - everything that was of the deepest importance to you, everything that made you cringe and wish to conceal, everything that belonged to you alone - and must spend the rest of your days like an empty sack flapping in the wind, an empty sack branded with a bright fluorescent label so that everyone will know what sort of secrets used to be inside you?
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metaphor
simile
the-blind-assassin
secrets
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Margaret Atwood |
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The psychotic drowns in the same waters in which the mystic swims with delight.
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metaphor
psychosis
mysticism
schizophrenia
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Joseph Campbell |
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Life' wrote a friend of mine, 'is a public performance on the violin, in which you must learn the instrument as you go along.
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metaphor
life
violin
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E.M. Forster |
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And now, my poor old woman, why are you crying so bitterly? It is autumn. The leaves are falling from the trees like burning tears- the wind howls. Why must you mimic them?
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metaphor
simile
rain
copy
mimic
shakespearean
poetic
fall
wind
cry
crying
despair
wit
howl
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Mervyn Peake |
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Computers are like Old Testament gods; lots of rules and no mercy.
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metaphor
humor
no-mercy
old-testament
gods
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Joseph Campbell |
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"The known is finite, the unknown infinite; intellectually we stand on an islet in the midst of an illimitable ocean of inexplicability. Our business in every generation is to reclaim a little more land, to add something to the extent and the solidity of our possessions. And even a cursory glance at the history of the biological sciences during the last quarter of a century is sufficient to justify the assertion, that the most potent instrument for the extension of the realm of natural knowledge which has come into men's hands, since the publication of
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metaphor
history
science
illimitable
inexplicability
principia
solidity
origin-of-species
possessions
intellectual
business
biology
charles-darwin
goal
justification
darwin
infinite
knowledge
ocean
isaac-newton
newton
unknown
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Thomas Henry Huxley |
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Their 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.
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metaphor
people
forest
trees
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James Salter |
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When birds look into houses, what impossible worlds they see.
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metaphor
the-body-artist
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Don DeLillo |
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"What's this?" he inquired, none too pleasantly. "A circus?" "No, Julius. It's the end of the circus." "I see. And these are the clowns?" Foaly's head poked through the doorway. "Pardon me for interrupting your extended circus metaphor, but what the hell is that?"
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metaphor
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Eoin Colfer |
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"Each life is formed by its unique image, an image that is the essence of that life and calls it to a destiny. As the force of fate, this image acts as a personal daimon, an accompanying guide who remembers your calling.
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metaphor
myth
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James Hillman |
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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 (...)
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metaphor
purr
smile
pride
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Ray Bradbury |
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What has our culture lost in 1980 that the avant-garde had in 1890? Ebullience, idealism, confidence, the belief that there was plenty of territory to explore, and above all the sense that art, in the most disinterested and noble way, could find the necessary metaphors by which a radically changing culture could be explained to its inhabitants.
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metaphor
irony
idealism
confidence
avant-garde
ebullience
meta-modernism
shia-lebouf
david-foster-wallace
post-ironic
art
culture
postmodernism
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Robert Hughes |
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But it is just two lovers, holding hands and in a hurry to reach their car, their locked hands a starfish leaping through the dark.
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metaphor
lovers
love
inspirational
imagery
suggestive
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Updike John |
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Know that diamonds and roses are as uncomfortable when they tumble from one's lips as toads and frogs: colder, too, and sharper, and they cut.
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metaphor
truth
rumors
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Neil Gaiman |
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She's all over us like maggots on garbage, just because I interfered with one pickpocket yesterday.
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metaphor
followed
harassment
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Tamora Pierce |
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Islands are metaphors of the heart, no matter what poet says otherwise.
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metaphor
sexing-the-cherry
jeanette-winterson
poet
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Jeanette Winterson |
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I feel all agitated, like one of those snow globes you see resting peacefully on shop counters. I was perfectly happy being an ordinary, dull little Swiss village. But now Jack Harper's come and shaken me up, and there are snowflakes all over the place, whirling around until I don't know what I think anymore. And bits of glitter, too. Tiny bits of shiny, secret excitement.
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metaphor
love
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Sophie Kinsella |
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The LSD phenomenon, on the other hand, is--to me at least--more interesting. It is an intentionally achieved schizophrenia, with the expectation of a spontaneous remission--which, however, does not always follow. Yoga, too, is intentional schizophrenia: one breaks away from the world, plunging inward, and the ranges of vision experienced are in fact the same as those of a psychosis. But what, then, is the difference? What is the difference between a psychotic or LSD experience and a yogic, or a mystical? The plunges are all into the same deep inward sea; of that there can be no doubt. The symbolic figures encountered are in many instances identical (and I shall have something more to say about those in a moment). But there is an important difference. The difference--to put it sharply--is equivalent simply to that between a diver who can swim and one who cannot. The mystic, endowed with native talents for this sort of thing and following, stage by stage, the instruction of a master, enters the waters and finds he can swim; whereas the schizophrenic, unprepared, unguided, and ungifted, has fallen or has intentionally plunged, and is drowning.
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metaphor
yoga
shamanism
drowning
lsd
mysticism
schizophrenia
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Joseph Campbell |
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Stir not the bitterness in the cup that I mixed for myself,' said Denethor. 'Have I not tasted it now many nights upon my tongue, foreboding that worse lay in the dregs?
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metaphor
sadness
cynicism
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J.R.R. Tolkien |
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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.
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metaphor
mothers
memory
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Vladimir Nabokov |
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The hippo of recollection stirred in the muddy waters of the mind.
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metaphor
humor
recollection
memory
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Terry Pratchett |
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Such is life. We grow up. Planets like Tiny get new moons. Moons like me get new planets.
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metaphor
life
inspirational
growing-up
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John Green |
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She was a mind floating in an ocean of confusion.
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metaphor
mind
confusion
floating
ocean
sad
scared
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Caroline B. Cooney |
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I watched the moon alone, unable to share his cold beauty with anyone.
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metaphor
loneliness
nature
beauty
moon
beauty-in-nature
sad
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Haruki Murakami |
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His smile was so wide he'd have had to break it into sections to fit it through a doorway
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metaphor
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Jerry Spinelli |
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"For somewhere," said Poirot to himself, indulging in an absolute riot of mixed metaphors, "there is in the hay a needle, and among the sleeping dogs there is one on whom I shall put my foot, and by shooting the arrows into the air, one will come down and hit a glass house!"
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metaphor
humor
mixed-metaphor
poirot
metaphors
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Agatha Christie |
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"Geography is the key, the crucial accident of birth. A piece of protein could be a snail, a sea lion, or a systems analyst, but it had to start somewhere. This is not science; it is merely metaphor. And the landscape in which the protein "starts" shapes its end as surely as bowls shape water."
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metaphor
science
sea-lion
snail
systems-analyst
water
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Annie Dillard |
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It was a smooth silvery voice that matched her hair. It had a tiny tinkle in it, like bells in a doll's house. I thought that was silly as soon as I thought of it.
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metaphor
simile
humour
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Raymond Chandler |
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"Imagine for a moment that you are the proud owner of a large house which you have spent years of your life painting and decorating and filling with everything you love. It's your home. It's something you've made your own, something for you to be remembered by, something that, perhaps years later, your children and grandchildren can visit and get a view of your life in. It's part of your creativity, your hard work... it's your property. Now suppose you decide to go camping for a couple of weeks. You lock your door and assume that nobody is going to break in... but they do, and when you return home, to your horror you find that not only do these trespassers break in, but they also have quite uniquely imaginative ways of disrespecting, vandalizing and corrupting everything within your property. They light fires on your lawn, your topiary hedges are in heaps of black ashes. There's some blatantly obscene graffiti splattered across your front door, offensive images and rude words splashed on the walls and windows. Your television has been tipped over. Your photographs of family and friends have had the heads cut out of them. There's mold growing in the refrigerator, bottles of booze tipped over on the table, and cigarette smoke embedded into the carpeting. Your beloved houseplants are dead, your furniture has been stripped down and ruined. Basically, the thing you've spent years working for and creating within your lifetime has been tampered with to the point where it is just a grim joke.
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metaphor
books
funny
fanfiction
pervy
copyright
sherlock
vandalism
imagine
house
respect
ghost
geek
grave
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Rebecca McNutt |
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Like kids who only ever get socks for Christmas, but still believe with all their hearts in Santa.
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metaphor
heartbreaking
santa
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Barbara Kingsolver |
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I think back to the day I stood before my wife's grave for the final time, and turned away from it without regret, because I knew that what she was was not contained in that hole in the ground. I entered a new life and found her again, in a woman who was entirely her own person. When this life is done, I'll turn away from it without regret as well, because I know she waits for me, in another, different life.
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metaphor
love
death-of-a-loved-one
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John Scalzi |
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Dark-bright fire lit eyes
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metaphor
brown-eyes
dark-eyes
description
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Audre Lorde |
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GUIL (quietly): Where we went wrong was getting on a boat. We can move, of course, change direction, rattle about, but our movement is contained within a larger one that carries us along as inexorably as the wind and current...
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metaphor
life
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Tom Stoppard |
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I should have realized, when Cathal kissed me in the hallway, that my response was the first raindrop heralding a storm.
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metaphor
love
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Juliet Marillier |
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"The facts of nature are what they are, but we can only view them through the spectacles of our mind. Our mind works largely by metaphor and comparison, not always (or often) by relentless logic. When we are caught in conceptual traps, the best exit is often a change in metaphor -- not because the new guideline will be truer to nature (for neither the old nor the new metaphor lies "out there" in the woods), but because we need a shift to more fruitful perspectives, and metaphor is often the best agent of conceptual transition." --
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metaphor
mind
nature
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Stephen Jay Gould |
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The sky is blue,' he said, 'the grass is green.' Looking up, he saw that, on the contrary, the sky is like the veils which a thousand Madonnas have let fall from their hair; and the grass fleets and darkens like a flight of girls fleeing the embraces of hairy satyrs from enchanted woods. 'Upon my word,' he said [...], 'I don't see that one's more true than another. Both are utterly false.
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metaphor
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Virginia Woolf |
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Translation error is compounded by bias error. We distort others by forcing into them our preferred ideas and gestalts, a process Proust beautifully describes: We pack the physical outline of the creature we see with all the ideas we already formed about him, and in the complete picture of him which we compose in our minds, these ideas have certainly the principal place. In the end they come to fill out so completely the curve of his cheeks, to follow so exactly the line of his nose, they blend so harmoniously in the sound of his voice that these seem to be no more than a transparent envelope, so that each time we see the face or hear the voice it is our own ideas of him which we recognize and to which we listen.
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metaphor
psychology-analysis
translation-error
proust
psychology
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Irvin D. Yalom |
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Listen. Look. Desire is a house. Desire needs closed space. Desire runs out of doors or windows, or slats or pinpricks, it can't fit under the sky, too large. Close the doors. Close the windows. As soon as you laugh from nerves or make a joke or say something just to say something or get all involved with the bushes, then you blow open a window in your house of desire and it can't heat up as well. Cold draft comes in.
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metaphor
house
heat
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Aimee Bender |
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"Suffering is the fuel in the engine of civilization." -Vergere"
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metaphor
pain
suffering
fuel
engine
jacen-solo
new-jedi-order
new-republic
post-return-of-the-jedi
vergere
yuuzhan-vong
the-force
traitor
star-wars
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Matthew Woodring Stover |
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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.
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metaphor
murder
jesus
god
poke
bean
forgiveness
survival
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Orson Scott Card |
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As I have pointed out before, characters are not born like people, of woman; they are born of a situation, a sentence, a metaphor containing in a nutshell a basic human possibility that the author thinks no one else has discovered or said something essential about.
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metaphor
birth
characters
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Milan Kundera |
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Though sometimes, first love cauterises the heart, and all any searcher will find thereafter is scar tissue.
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metaphor
heartbreak
heart
first-love
the-only-story
julian-barnes
trauma
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Julian Barnes |
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It was one of those dangerous moments when speech is at once sincere and deceptive, when feeling, rising high above its average depth, leaves flood-marks which are never reached again.
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metaphor
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George Eliot |
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"Writers think in metaphors. Editors work in metaphors. A great reader reads in metaphors. All are continually asking, "What does this represent? What does it stand for?" They are trying to take everything one level deeper. When they get to that level, they will try to go deeper again."
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metaphor
readers
writers
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Steven Pressfield |
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Cognitive science has something of enormous importance to contribute to human freedom: the ability to learn what our unconscious conceptual systems are like and how our cognitive unconscious functions. If we do not realize that most of our thought is unconscious and that we think metaphorically, we will indeed be slaves to the cognitive unconscious. Paradoxically, the assumption that we have a radically autonomous rationality as traditionally conceived actually limits our rational autonomy. It condemns us to cognitive slavery - to an unaware and uncritical dependence on our unconscious metaphors. To maximize what conceptual freedom we can have, we must be able to see through and move beyond philosophies that deny the existence of an embodied cognitive unconscious that governs most of our mental lives.
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metaphor
self-knowledge
illusion
freedom
reason
cognitive-science
embodied-mind
limitation
thought
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George Lakoff |
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You want a shadow, you got to have light and something to get in its way.
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metaphor
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James S.A. Corey |
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Time and sunshine healed a sore, but the process was slow, and new boils appeared if I didn't stay dry.
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metaphor
time
pain
suffering
life-of-pi
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Yann Martel |
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Doubtless some ancient Greek has observed that behind the big mask and the speaking-trumpet, there must always be our poor little eyes peeping as usual and our timorous lips more or less under anxious control.
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metaphor
theatre
self-knowledge
masks
perception
drama
speech
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George Eliot |
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Until the thirst for power parched his throat, he was a fearless and noble lord.
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metaphor
turn-of-phrase
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Lloyd Alexander |
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"I feel I'm at the end of something -- everything is going to be different -- and terrible." "That doesn't sound like you, you ride every wave." "There is one that will drown me."
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metaphor
the-end
the-green-knight
iris-murdoch
giving-up
dialogue
resilience
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Iris Murdoch |
a9887f4
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It was a high ceilinged room with tall, large-panes windows. Apart from the doorway was the desk where book had been checked out in days when books were still being checked out. He stood there for a moment looking around the silent room, shaking his head slowly. All these books, he thought, the residue of a planet's intellect, the scrapings of futile minds, the leftovers, the potpourri of artifacts that had no power to save men from perishing.
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metaphor
library
books
death
apocalypse
decay
empty
zombies
dead
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Richard Matheson |
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Everything passed, and what trace of its passage remained? It seemed to Kitty that they were all, the human race, like the drops of water in that river and they flowed on, each so close to the other and yet so far apart, a nameless flood, to the sea. When all things lasted so short a time and nothing mattered very much, it seemed pitiful that men, attaching an absurd importance to trivial objects, should make themselves and one another so unhappy.
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metaphor
human-race
kindness
humanity
triviality-of-life
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W. Somerset Maugham |
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... the future is a teenage crackhead who makes shit up as he goes along.
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metaphor
future
crackhead
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Chuck Klosterman |
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"I lean against my sister's shoulder. "I thought lightning wasn't supposed to strike in the same place twice." "Sure it does," Izzy tells me. "But only if you're too dumb to move." --
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metaphor
relationships
julia-romano
lightning
sisters
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Jodi Picoult |
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"Anonymous > Quotes > Quotable Quote "I see life as a roadside inn where I have to stay until the coach from the abyss pulls up. I don't know where it will take me, because I don't know anything. I could see this inn as a prison, for I'm compelled to wait in it; I could see it as a social centre, for it's here that I meet others. But I'm neither impatient nor common. I leave who will to stay shut up in their rooms, sprawled out on beds where they sleeplessly wait, and I leave who will to chat in the parlours, from where their songs and voices conveniently drift out here to me. I'm sitting at the door, feasting my eyes and ears on the colours and sounds of the landscape, and I softly sing - for myself alone - wispy songs I compose while waiting."
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metaphor
melancholy
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Fernando Pessoa |
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She was lost now, she'd been silenced- another dead branch on Cordova's warped tree.
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metaphor
nature
death
horror
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Marisha Pessl |
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Under the pathologist's microscope, life and death fight in an illuminated circle in a sort of cellular bullfight. The pathologist's job is to find the bull among the matador cells
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metaphor
death
life
microscope
pathologist
pathology
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Yann Martel |
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"In philosophy, metaphorical pluralism is the norm. Our most important abstract philosophical concepts, including time, causation, morality, and the mind, are all conceptualized by multiple metaphors, sometimes as many as two dozen. What each philosophical theory typically does is to choose one of those metaphors as "right," as the true literal meaning of the concept. One reason there is so much argumentation across philosophical theories is that different philosophers have chosen different metaphors as the "right" one, ignoring or taking as misleading all other commonplace metaphorical structurings of the concept. Philosophers have done this because they assume that a concept must have one and only one logic. But the cognitive reality is that our concepts have multiple metaphorical structurings."
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|
metaphor
reason
philosophy
concept
embodied-mind
logic
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George Lakoff |
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I don't think I can marry, I'm not fit for it, I'm not real enough. That's the trouble. I'm a puppet that's realised what's wrong with itself and it's . I'm propped up somewhere all alone, watching the real people go past. I'm propped up crying in a corner.
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metaphor
left-out
unloved
the-message-to-the-planet
iris-murdoch
outsider
single
misery
sad
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Iris Murdoch |
0b09a3d
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He did not recognize himself either. He was a totally new being, bald, covered with grease and blood, pink and blue eyed: he was his own baby...He was a great fat chuckling baby, and he shat and peed in his filthy trousers and kept driving.
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metaphor
murder
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Peter Straub |
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We, Brandy and Alfa and me, we've been speaking English as a second language so long that we've forgotten it as our first. I have no native tongue.
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metaphor
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Chuck Palahniuk |
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...maybe you believe that we fall into our future blindly, drifting from adventure to adventure, our journey zigzagging not according to plan but according to pure chance. Or just maybe, as random and haphazard as our lives seems--maybe that's exactly what the author had in mind.
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metaphor
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Jodi Picoult |
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She had an idea, but it was the wrong idea. It was hardly even an idea, just a white idea balloon with no writing inside it.
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metaphor
margaret-atwood
the-robber-bride
idea
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Margaret Atwood |
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Walking a short way back along the embankment, almost to where the cross stood, Smiley took another look at the bridge, as if to establish whether anything had changed, but clearly it had not, and though the wind appeared a little stronger, the snow was still swirling in all directions.
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|
metaphor
pyrrhic-victory
smiley
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John le Carré |
8d01b76
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"Holly steps back. Being warned about a ghost and seeing him are not the same. 'What did they
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|
metaphor
time
mortality
immortality
death
life
title
speech
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David Mitchell |
35c17d9
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When the sun touched the earth, it spread out along the horizon like a giant yolk oozing free of its skin.
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metaphor
sun
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Christopher Paolini |
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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.
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metaphor
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Christopher Paolini |
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...you must understand that not even the Jedi know all there is to be known about the Force; no mortal mind can. We speak of the as someone ignorant of gravity might say it is the will of a river to flow to the ocean; it is a metaphor that describes our ignorance. The simple truth - if any truth is ever simple - is that we do not truly know what the will of the Force may be. We can know. It is so far beyond our limited understanding that we can only surrender to its mystery.
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metaphor
truth
old-ben
simple-truth
surrender-to-mystery
the-force
the-will-of-the-force
obi-wan-kenobi
jedi
ignorance
mystery
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Matthew Woodring Stover |
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Teddy shuddered. The idea of the sublime little bird being plucked from the sky, of its exquisite song being interrupted in full flight, was horrible to him.
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metaphor
killing
death
senseless-death
skylark
waste
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Kate Atkinson |
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...there is no real person whose embodiment plays no role in meaning, whose meaning is purely objective and defined by the external world, and whose language can fit the external world with no significant role played by mind, brain, or body. Because our conceptual systems grow out of our bodies, meaning is grounded in and through our bodies. Because a vast range of our concepts are metaphorical, meaning is not entirely literal and the classical correspondence theory of truth is false.
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metaphor
meaning
reason
truth
correspondence
embodied-realism
embodied-mind
objectivity
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George Lakoff |
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The mechanism by which spirituality becomes passionate is metaphor. An ineffable God requires metaphor not only to be imagined but to be approached, exhorted, evaded, confronted, struggled with, and loved. Through metaphor, the vividness, intensity, and meaningfulness of ordinary experiences becomes the basis of a passionate spirituality. An ineffable God becomes vital through metaphor: The Supreme Being. The Prime Mover. The Creator. The Almighty. The Father. The King of Kings. Shepherd. Potter. Lawgiver. Judge. Mother. Lover. Breath. The vehicle by which we are moved in passionate spirituality is metaphor. The mechanism of such metaphor is bodily. It is a neural mechanism that recruits our abilities to perceive, to move, to feel, and to envision in the service not only of theoretical and philosophical thought, but of spiritual experience.
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metaphor
spirituality
religion
god
cognitive-science
embodied-mind
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George Lakoff |
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Fracture lines etch the surface of the glass box as if a body fell from the sky and landed on it. He doesn't hear the impact, can't smell the blood.
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metaphor
reassurance
life
poetic-prose
wintergirls
poetic
recovery
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Laurie Halse Anderson |
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"Minigolf," she said with stone seriousness, "is a metaphor for life."
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metaphor
lessons
life
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Emily Giffin All We Ever Wanted |
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...explaining men still assume I am, in some sort of obscene impregnation metaphor, an empty vessel to be filled with their wisdom and knowledge.
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metaphor
mansplaining
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Rebecca Solnit |
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We are all potentially demons to each other, but some close relationships are saved from this fate.
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metaphor
relationships
the-sea-the-sea
toxic-relationships
iris-murdoch
demons
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Iris Murdoch |
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Of course we have an 'unconscious mind' and this is partly what my book is about. But there is no general chart of that lost continent. Certainly not a 'scientific' one.
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metaphor
unknowable
the-black-prince
subconscious-mind
subconscious
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Iris Murdoch |
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He suffers terribly all the time. He lives in fire.
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metaphor
suffering
endless-suffering
relentless
the-green-knight
iris-murdoch
torture
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Iris Murdoch |
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Tulips were a tray of jewels.
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metaphor
e-m-forster
howards-end
figurative-language
tulips
flowers
description
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E.M. Forster |
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I was born with the ability to see in metaphor.
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metaphor
seeing
writing
listen
experience
listening
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Mark Nepo |
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I never knew anyone actually buy cakes when they were hot ...
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metaphor
hotcakes
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Ruth Rendell |
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He had been bruised, so to speak, so badly that the eyes of strangers lacerated him like salt.
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metaphor
james-baldwin
wounded
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James Baldwin |
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Either way, he was always staring into a bottomless pit, or into a whirlpool that forever sucked him inexorably inward to its vortex.
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metaphor
romance
bottomless-pit
dancing-with-clara
romance-hero
regency-romance
mary-balogh
angst
regency
rake
despair
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Mary Balogh |
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"These poor souls. These poor pathetic souls." The Emperor gestured toward the passersby. "I don't understand," Tommy said. "Their time has passed and they don't know what to do. They were told what they wanted and they believed it. They can only keep their dream alive by being with others like themselves who will mirror their illusions." "They have really nice shoes," Tommy said. "They have to look right or their peers will turn on them like starving dogs. They are the fallen gods. The new gods are producers, creators, doers. The new gods are the chinless techno-children who would rather eat white sugar and watch science-fiction films than worry about what shoes they wear. And these poor souls desperately push papers around hoping that a mystical message will appear to save them from the new, awkward, brilliant gods and their silicon-chip reality. Some of them will survive, of course, but most will fall. Uncreative thinking is done better by machines. Poor souls, you can almost hear them sweating."
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metaphor
reality
humor
happiness
emperor-of-san-francisco
shoes
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Christopher Moore |
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... and she was awed to see that vibrant life still struggled to thrive despite such destruction.
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metaphor
wisdom
inspirational
garden
flowers
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Lois Lowry |
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War is our backyard, famine our feast. Most fear the wind of our wings and even, in their hurt, pray for life. Only a few, a very few, truly pray for death. But we answer all their prayers with the same coin.
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metaphor
descriptive-writing
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Jane Yolen |
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"in our culture, women can do anything a man can. and vice versa." don alfonso's eyebrows shot up. "i do not believe it." "it's true," sally said defiantly. "in America, the women hunt while the men have babies?"
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metaphor
gender-equality
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Douglas Preston |
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If the rowan's roots are shallow, it bears no crown.
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metaphor
future
past
heritage
legacy
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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Her eyes narrowed until they were a faint greenish glitter, like a forest pool far back in the shadow of trees.
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metaphor
green-eyes
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Raymond Chandler |
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It is only a metaphor--or the worst of dreams; yet there are metaphors which sit more powerfully in the brain than remembered events.
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metaphor
reality
the-only-story
julian-barnes
memory
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Julian Barnes |