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Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it.
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simile
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Nicholas Sparks |
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He's like a drug for you, Bella.
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simile
romance
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Stephenie Meyer |
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Life, he realize, was much like a song. In the beginning there is mystery, in the end there is confirmation, but it's in the middle where all the emotion resides to make the whole thing worthwhile.
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simile
music
song
love
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Nicholas Sparks |
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Peeing is like a good book in that it is very, very hard to stop once you start.
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simile
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John Green |
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Getting an education was a bit like a communicable sexual disease. It made you unsuitable for a lot of jobs and then you had the urge to pass it on.
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simile
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Terry Pratchett |
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I felt like one of Apollo's sacred cows- slow, dumb, and bright red.
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simile
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Rick Riordan |
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Once again, you show all the sensitivity of a blunt axe.
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simile
nearly-headless-nick
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J.K. Rowling |
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Deciding whether or not to trust a person is like deciding whether or not to climb a tree because you might get a wonderful view from the highest branch or you might simply get covered in sap and for this reason many people choose to spend their time alone and indoors where it is harder to get a splinter.
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simile
trust
humor
love
inspirational
tree
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Lemony Snicket |
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Anxiety's like a rocking chair. It gives you something to do, but it doesn't get you very far.
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simile
humor
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Jodi Picoult |
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Telling someone about what a symbol means is like telling someone how music should make them feel.
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simile
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Dan Brown |
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The wind blowing through my ripped clothes was so cold that I felt like a Percysicle.
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simile
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Rick Riordan |
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The man is as useless as nipples on a breastplate.
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simile
witty
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George R.R. Martin |
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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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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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Using a metaphor in front of a man as unimaginative as Ridcully was like a red flag to a bu... was like putting something very annoying in front of someone who was annoyed by it.
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simile
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Terry Pratchett |
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It sounded like a piece of blackboard being dragged over the nails of a wall of severed fingers.
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simile
paraphrased
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Neil Gaiman |
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You know, a cell phone's like a guy; if you don't plug him in every night, charge him good, you got nothing at all.
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simile
sex
men
telephones
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Catherine Coulter |
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Watching a dog try to chew a large piece of toffee is a pastime fit for gods. Mr. Fusspot's mixed ancestry had given him a dexterity of jaw that was truly awesome. He somersaulted happily around the floor, making faces like a rubber gargoyle in a washing machine.
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simile
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Terry Pratchett |
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"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 go away."
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simile
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Jim Butcher |
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Life is like a box of Hand grenades,You never know what will blow you to kingdom come
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simile
paraphrased
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Mario Puzo |
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The very shapes of the trees were like frozen screams.
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simile
screams
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Susanna Clarke |
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"Asking an eight-year-old girl if something is a little over-the-top is like asking a Texan if there are too many jalapenos in the salsa. The answer is always no." -Liberty Jones"
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simile
texans
sugar-daddy
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Lisa Kleypas |
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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 on that 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.
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simile
romance
reunion
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Juliet Marillier |
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And then it hits me like a fast, open-palmed, stinging smack in the face. Having a ghost boyfriend WAS weird
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simile
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Lisa Schroeder |
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A prayerless Christian is like a bus driver trying alone to push his bus out of a rut because he doesn't know Clark Kent is on board.
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simile
jesus
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John Piper |
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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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Deep in her soul, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like a sailor in distress, she would gaze out over the solitude of her life with desperate eyes, seeking some white sail in the mists of the far-off horizon. She did not know what this chance event would be, what wind would drive it to her, what shore it would carry her to, whether it was a longboat or a three-decked vessel, loaded with anguish or filled with happiness up to the portholes. But each morning, when she awoke, she hoped it would arrive that day, and she would listen to every sound, spring to her feet, feel surprised that it had not come; then at sunset, always more sorrowful, she would wish the next day were already there.
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simile
lydia-davis
madame-bovary
translation
waiting
sad
soul
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Gustave Flaubert |
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.. a simile is not a lie, unless it is a bad simile.
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simile
rhetoric
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Mark Haddon (Author) |
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The moon was a crescent, thin and sharp as the blade of a knife.
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simile
moon
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George R.R. Martin |
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...love is like health. It is taken lightly when present and cherished when it departs.
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simile
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Naguib Mahfouz |
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Indian summer is like a woman.
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simile
opening-lines
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Grace Metalious |
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Phyllida's hair was where her power resided. It was expensively set into a smooth dome, like a band shell for the presentation of that long-running act, her face.
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simile
personal-appearance
faces
face
hair
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Jeffrey Eugenides |
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It was a chilly morning after the night's rain, and the sun hung in the sky like a pale coin lost by someone high up in the clouds.
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simile
morning
sky
sun
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Cornelia Funke |
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An anxious heart is like a string that's out of tune.
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simile
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Naguib Mahfouz |
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His touch was like a bard's on his instrument, and it awakened a deep and mysterious music in my body.
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simile
music
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Juliet Marillier |
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...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.
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simile
worship
joy
similes
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John Piper |
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Nanny's words made Janie's kiss across the gatepost seem like a manure pile after a rain
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simile
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Zora Neale Hurston |
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[H]er mind was like a balloon with static cling, attracting random ideas as they floated by[.]
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simile
mind
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Jonathan Franzen |
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... Ennis was back on his feet and somehow, as a coat hanger is straightened to open a locked car and then bent again to its original shape, they torqued things almost to where they had been, for what they'd said was no news. Nothing ended, nothing began, nothing resolved.
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simile
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Annie Proulx |
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They passed, leaving a trail of foxfire shuffled up out of the wet leaves like stars plowed in a ship's wake.
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simile
literature
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Cormac McCarthy |
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The purple, formalized, iridescent, gelatinous bladder of a Portuguese man-of-war was floating close beside the boat. It turned on its side and then righted itself. It floated cheerfully as a bubble with its long deadly purple filaments trailing a yard behind in the water.
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simile
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Ernest Hemingway |
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"And again and again fell the word, like the ebb of a dying sea. "Good-bye."
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simile
howards-end
figurative-language
parting
goodbye
sad
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E.M. Forster |
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The poems that used to entrance me in the days of Miss Violence now struck me as overdone and sickly. --the archaic language of unrequited love. I was irritated with such words, which rendered the unhappy lovers--I could now see--faintly ridiculous, like poor moping Miss Violence herself. Soft-edged, blurry, soggy, like a bun fallen into the water. Nothing you'd want to touch,
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simile
poetry
the-blind-assassin
margaret-atwood
ridiculous
language
unrequited-love
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Margaret Atwood |
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Even in dying, a Thennanin ship was reputed to be not worth putting out of its misery. In battle they were slow, unmaneuverable--and as hard to disable permanently as a cockroach.
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simile
irony
life
space
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David Brin |
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I can't tell you--oh I can't tell you--how awful--how sort of unlivable--everything is now--like a great black wall in front of me--Something's got to smash.
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simile
depression
change
unbearable
unlivable
henry-and-cato
iris-murdoch
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Iris Murdoch |
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I am gifted at blending myself into any given milieu--you've never seen such a typical California teenager as I was, nor such a dissolute and callous pre-med student--but somehow despite my efforts, I am never able to blend myself in entirely and remain in some respects quite distinct from my surroundings, in the same way that a green chameleon remains a distinct entity from the leaf upon which it sits, no matter how perfectly it has approximated the the subtleties of the particular shade.
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simile
impostor
donna-tartt
the-secret-history
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Donna Tartt |
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I was confused by this sudden glare of attention; it was as if the characters in a favorite painting, absorbed in their own concerns, had looked up out of the canvas and spoken to me.
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simile
voyeur
the-secret-history
painting
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Donna Tartt |
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On occasion I read Raymond Chandler although I have certain reservations about this author. Chandler, while obviously a master of his craft, makes overuse of simile, to my annoyance.
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simile
raymond-chandler
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Jack Vance |
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But she saw nothing in my eyes--she stared at me as though I had made a long journey on a white charger all the way to her prison house.
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simile
knight-in-shining-armor
miscommunication
romantic-relationship
giovanni-s-room
james-baldwin
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James Baldwin |
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Night is brushed aside like so much cobweb. The day is wound up and begins even before the last haunted dreams, the last of the fog, those spectral and evanescent residues, have faded away.
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simile
evanescent
spectral
fog
day
fade
wound
night
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Gregory Maguire |
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A haggard man used one of the huts as a home. He lay on a sagging mattress, his head on his pack, surrounded by rubbish - paper, porcelain shards, food remains and unidentifiable debris. His hand was over his eyes. He looked like a failed soldier. Dirt seemed so worked into him that the lines of his face were like writing.
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simile
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China Miéville |
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Whatever it was went through me like a rifle rag. Come dawn, me date was so hot you could have lit a sparkplug off of it.
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simile
vernacular
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Tim Winton |
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He was waiting, I think, for me to cross that space and take him in my arms again--waiting, as one waits at a deathbed for the miracle one dare not disbelieve, which will not happen.
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simile
starcrossed-lovers
james-baldwin
waiting
sad
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James Baldwin |
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The classroom fell quiet, a long heavy silence that roared in Roy's ears like a train.
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simile
silence
train
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Carl Hiaasen |
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The strain on her face was still there, like weathered rocks under a thin mantle of snow.
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simile
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Richard K. Morgan |