#mile

Asking an eight-year-old girl if something is a little over-the-top is like asking a Texan if there are too many jalapenos in the salsa. The answer is always no." -Liberty Jones ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#simile #sugar-daddy #texans #simile

A great idea should always be left to steep like loose tea leaves in a teapot for a while to make sure that the tea will be strong enough and that the idea truly is a great one. ↗

— Phoebe Stone

#simile #tea #thoughts #simile

This coffee falls into your stomach, and straightway there is a general commotion. Ideas begin to move like the battalions of the Grand Army of the battlefield, and the battle takes place. Things remembered arrive at full gallop, ensuing to the wind. The light cavalry of comparisons deliver a magnificent deploying charge, the artillery of logic hurry up with their train and ammunition, the shafts of with start up like sharpshooters. Similes arise, the paper is covered with ink; for the struggle commences and is concluded with torrents of black water, just as a battle with powder. ↗

— Honoré de Balzac

#simile

And then it hits me like a fast, open-palmed, stinging smack in the face. Having a ghost boyfriend WAS weird ↗

— Lisa Schroeder

#simile #simile

Did you ever get the feeling that everything was too perfect? Like the moment was so good that something had to be wrong? Kind of like the way a fish sees that bright, shiny lure just before it chomps down and gets hauled out of water to become someone's lunch. ↗

— Neal Shusterman

#metaphor #perfect #perfectionism #simile #suspicion

[T]he wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#quotations #similes #well-worn-phrases #wisdom #simile

Nanny's words made Janie's kiss across the gatepost seem like a manure pile after a rain ↗

— Zora Neale Hurston

#simile #simile

I have three step brothers and one step sister. It’s like a staircase, and I am the slinky. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#sibling-relationships #simile #simile

The purple, formalized, iridescent, gelatinous bladder of a Portuguese man-of-war was floating close beside the boat. It turned on its side and then righted itself. It floated cheerfully as a bubble with its long deadly purple filaments trailing a yard behind in the water. ↗

— Ernest Hemingway

#simile #simile

A prayerless Christian is like a bus driver trying alone to push his bus out of a rut because he doesn't know Clark Kent is on board. ↗

— John Piper

#jesus #simile #simile