#metaphor

No one bothered reading the books and understanding - and again, I'm not being high-falutin' about it - but I think our books are great literature with great metaphors of real life dealing with fears and hopes. ↗

— Avi Arad

#again #being #books #bothered #dealing

But it then very soon became clear that the response of a war against terrorism, initially conceived of in a metaphorical sense, began to be taken increasingly seriously and came to entail waging a real war. ↗

— Ulrich Beck

#became #began #came #clear #conceived

Science is all metaphor. ↗

— Timothy Leary

#science

The humanoids told Don that if he went home with a whore, she would cook him a meal of petroleum and coal products at fancy prices. And then, while he ate them, she would talk dirty about how fresh and full of natural juices the food was, even though the food was fake. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#food

If women are breadwinners and men bring home the bacon, why do people complain about having no dough? I'm confused. Also hungry. ↗

— Stephen Colbert

#hunger #men #metaphors #twitter #women

LOVE: A word properly applied to our delight in particular kinds of food; sometimes metaphorically spoken of the favorite objects of all our appetites. ↗

— Henry Fielding

#appetites #applied #delight #favorite #kinds

Language is memory and metaphor. ↗

— Storm Jameson

#memory #metaphor

People think blood red, but blood don't got no colour. Not when blood wash the floor she lying on as she scream for that son of a bitch to come, the lone baby of 1785. Not when the baby wash in crimson and squealing like it just depart heaven to come to hell, another place of red. Not when the midwife know that the mother shed too much blood, and she who don't reach fourteen birthday yet speak curse 'pon the chile and the papa, and then she drop down dead like old horse. Not when blood spurt from the skin, on spring from the axe, the cat-o'-nine, the whip, the cane and the blackjack and every day in slave life is a day that colour red. It soon come to pass when red no different from white or blue or black or nothing. Two black legs spread wide and mother mouth screaming. A black baby wiggling in blood on the floor with skin darker than midnight but the greenest eyes anybody ever done seen. I goin' call her Lilith. You an call her what they call her. ↗

— Marlon James

#blood #color #historical-fiction #metaphor #red

Hope is the crystal meth of emotions it hooks you fast and kills you hard. ↗

— Jennifer Donnelly

#metaphor #revolution

Where to start? Everything cracks and shakes, The air trembles with similes, No one world's better than another; the earth moans with metaphors. ↗

— Osip Mandelstam

#poetry #simile #simile