#metaphors

The vampires have always been metaphors for me. They've always been vehicles through which I can express things I have felt very, very deeply. ↗

— Anne Rice

#been #deeply #express #felt #i

There are few things as toxic as a bad metaphor. You can't think without metaphors. ↗

— Mary Catherine Bateson

#few #few things #metaphor #metaphors #things

Writers who have nothing to say always strain for metaphors to say it in. ↗

— Florence King

#metaphors #nothing #say #strain #who

Metaphors are dangerous. Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say, love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#dangerous #enters #first #her #into

Again, one of the problems I have with television, as I mentioned before, is it's trivial in many ways, and I think that a lot of folks out there are looking for new metaphors and new ways of thinking about things. ↗

— J. Michael Straczynski

#again #before #folks #i #i think

Some say Hollywood movies that are made about boxing are just metaphors for other things, I think I've made one that's actually about boxing and not a metaphor. ↗

— Walter Hill

#actually #boxing #hollywood #hollywood movies #i

We can express our feelings regarding the world around us either by poetic or by descriptive means. I prefer to express myself metaphorically. Let me stress: metaphorically, not symbolically. A symbol contains within itself a definite meaning, certain intellectual formula, while metaphor is an image. An image possessing the same distinguishing features as the world it represents. An image — as opposed to a symbol — is indefinite in meaning. One cannot speak of the infinite world by applying tools that are definite and finite. We can analyse the formula that constitutes a symbol, while metaphor is a being-within-itself, it's a monomial. It falls apart at any attempt of touching it. ↗

— Andrei Tarkovsky

#symbols #description

Metaphors are dangerous, Metaphors are not to be trifled with. A single metaphor can give birth to love. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#metaphors #milan-kundera #love

There I am then back in the saddle, in my numbed heart a prick of misgiving, like one dying of cancer obliged to consult his dentist. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#simile

Alice Malloy had dark, stringy hair, and even her husband, who loved her more than he knew, was sometimes reminded by her lean face of a tenement doorway on a rainy day, for her countenance was long, vacant, and weakly lighted, a passage for the gentle transports and miseries of the poor. ↗

— John Cheever

#love