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Yet suppose further. Suppose that all worlds, all universes, met at a single nexus, a single pylon, a Tower. And within it, a stairway, perhaps rising to the Godhead itself. Would you dare climb to the top, gunslinger? Could it be that somewhere above all of endless reality, there exists a room?...' You dare not.' And in the gunslinger's mind, those words echoed: You dare not. ↗

— Stephen King

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She's all over us like maggots on garbage, just because I interfered with one pickpocket yesterday. ↗

— Tamora Pierce

#followed #harassment #metaphor #metaphor

Dr. Jeckyll & Mr. Hyde is a metaphor for alcoholism. He drinks a potion, becomes a monster. I know exactly how he feels. ↗

— Craig Ferguson

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What then is truth? A movable host of metaphors, metonymies, and anthropomorphisms: in short, a sum of human relations which have been poetically and rhetorically intensified, transferred, and embellished, and which, after long usage, seem to a people to be fixed, canonical, and binding. Truths are illusions which we have forgotten are illusions — they are metaphors that have become worn out and have been drained of sensuous force. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#philosophy #metaphor

Everything was a metaphor; all things were something other than themselves. The pain, for example, was an ocean, and he was adrift on it. His body was a city and his mind a citadel. All communications between the two seemed to have been cut, but within the keep that was his mind he still had power. The part of his consciousness that was telling him the pain did not hurt, and that all things were like other things, was like...like...he found it hard to think of a comparison. A magic mirror, maybe. ↗

— Iain M. Banks

#pain #communication

He danced with the sky instead, and the sky dropped him like a rotten plum. ↗

— Laini Taylor

#falling #metaphor #death

Where death follows, there’s life. When darkness surrounds you in a world of chaos, search and you’ll eventually find the light. ↗

— Lee Argus

#darkness #death #lee-argus #life #metaphor

Most people, including yourself, apparently, think The Moldau is about a river. It is not. It is a metaphor. It is about the progress of life, from its fragile beginnings through its joys and turbulence and on to its end, its magnificent end. ↗

— Gerald Elias

#death

Once a flower is picked it immediately begins to die. ↗

— Nenia Campbell

#dying #metaphor #death

I am a shark. A shark who dreamed he was a man. ↗

— Rick Yancey

#metaphor #dreams