#metaphor

Voll Blüten steht der Pfirsichbaum nicht jede wächst zur Frucht sie schimmern hell wie Rosenschaum durch Blau und Wolkenflucht. Wie Blüten geh'n Gedanken auf hundert an jedem Tag -- lass' blühen, lass' dem Ding den Lauf frag' nicht nach dem Ertrag! Es muss auch Spiel und Unschuld sein und Blütenüberfluss sonst wär' die Welt uns viel zu klein und Leben kein Genuss. ↗

— Hermann Hesse

#beauty #blossoms #enjoyment #growth #ideas

I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses. ↗

— Isaac Marion

#punctuation #change

What a different result one gets by changing the metaphor! ↗

— George Eliot

#change

Metaphors are one of the most powerful weapons in your arsenal as a presenter. In today's fast-paced world of communication, a well-thought-out metaphor acts as a shortcut to meaning. ↗

— Bruna Martinuzzi

#metaphors #communication

Human beings, Isao realized, could descend to communicating their feelings like dogs barking in the distance on a cold night. ↗

— Yukio Mishima

#communication

Man is born broken. He lives by mending. The grace of God is glue ↗

— Anne Lamott

#faith

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

— Nenia Campbell

#dying #metaphor #death

Metaphor isn't just decorative language. If it were, it wouldn't scare us so much. . . . Colorful language threatens some people, who associate it, I think, with a kind of eroticism (playing with language in public = playing with yourself), and with extra expense (having to sense or feel more). I don't share that opinion. Why reduce life to a monotone? Is that truer to the experience of being alive? I don't think so. It robs us of life's many textures. Language provides an abundance of words to keep us company on our travels. But we're losing words at a reckless pace, the national vocabulary is shrinking. Most Americans use only several hundred words or so. Frugality has its place, but not in the larder of language. We rely on words to help us detail how we feel, what we once felt, what we can feel. When the blood drains out of language, one's experience of life weakens and grows pale. It's not simply a dumbing down, but a numbing. ↗

— Diane Ackerman

#metaphor #vocabulary #experience

It was my turn to be silent while a small family of moments crossed my path, single file, from the left, sticking their tongues out at me. ↗

— Roger Zelazny

#family

Am I the moss on your bark, then?" Ani asked. Enna grabbed her around the waist and shook her affectionately. "You're the mossiest girl I know. ↗

— Shannon Hale

#metaphorical #humor