#allegory

I can work in films as long as the story doesn't have a realistic nature. If I'm working with an allegory, a fantasy, it can be developed in synthetic terms. ↗

— Manuel Puig

#developed #fantasy #films #i #i can

Whatever's born between us is ineffable, beyond adjective and allegory. I can create to rhythm within the measures of our narration. All poetry falls to disingenuous; every cadence is disjointed. These machines will never do us justice. . . . ↗

— Jake Wilson

#justice #love #metafiction #poetry #love

I follow suit, said the lion, vacating his coat of arms and movie logos; and the eagle said, Get me off this flag. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#animals #humans #morals #parable #movies

Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery. ↗

— Cormac McCarthy

#brooks #creation #destruction #earth #environment

Twelve dead?” I said. “Jesus. ↗

— Dennis Lehane

#biblical #brief #humour #i #inspirational

O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#jealousy #mockery #monsters #vices #jealousy

Everything for me becomes allegory. ↗

— Charles Baudelaire

#becomes #everything #me

I cordially dislike allegory in all its manifestations, and always have done so since I grew old and wary enough to detect its presence. I much prefer history – true or feigned– with its varied applicability to the thought and experience of readers. I think that many confuse applicability with allegory, but the one resides in the freedom of the reader, and the other in the purposed domination of the author. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#books #literature #experience

I mean, what does Éloa mean?” He narrowed his gaze, answered her literally. “It’s the name of an angel.” Penelope tilted her head, thinking. “I’ve never heard of him.” “You wouldn’t have.” “Was he a fallen angel?” “She was, yes.” He hesitated, not wanting to tell her the story, but unable to stop himself. “Lucifer tricked her into falling from heaven.” “Tricked her how?” He met her gaze. “She fell in love with him.” Penelope’s eyes widened. “Did he love her?” Like an addict loves his addiction. “The only way he knew how.” She shook her head. “How could he trick her?” “He never told her his name. ↗

— Sarah MacLean

#angels #eloa #love #lucifer #seduction

Humanity does not pass through phases as a train passes through stations: being alive, it has the privilege of always moving yet never leaving anything behind. Whatever we have been, in some sort we are still. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#humanity #love