Similies Quotes & Sayings

My heart is in a constant state of thanksgiving. — Abdu'l- Baha

I think poetry without metaphor is like husband and wife living in separate bedrooms. — Munia Khan

In our Army every soldier must care about his job. Often- if the duty seems menial or hum-drum- it is hard to cultivate this attitude. But it must be done. What you do in your job each day, you do for the Army. — William O. Wooldridge

How can I lose my attraction to the most beautiful face in the universe? Revive my soul and reopen my eyes to your glory and grace. Amen. — Timothy J. Keller

I'm a killer, not a thief. — John Hart

Just like the sun coming up yonder out of the sea, pushing rays of light ahead of it. — Esther Forbes

Being a conservative union member is almost like being an actor in Hollywood: You don't dare say it, or you might be injured on the job, or you might be laid off, or your family might have something happen to them. — Rush Limbaugh

At the other end of the room the three old men discussed infirmities; exchanging symptoms in undertones as boys might speak of lust. — Shirley Hazzard

Above us, the moon hangs like a fat blister on the feel of the sky, ready to burst in a spray of viscous white pus
chap 22. — Jonathan Tropper

The camp was going to be attacked on that day, something about a big bad goddess named Gaea, and an army, and Death being unleashed. You're telling me that day is this week? — Rick Riordan

As I looked about me I felt that the grass was the country, as the water is the sea. The red of the grass made all the great prairie the colour of winestains, or of certain seaweeds when they are first washed up. And there was so much motion in it; the whole country seemed, somehow, to be running. — Willa Cather

It's not nice to think of children growing up like mushrooms, in the dark. — Shirley Jackson

After that hard winter, one could not get enough of the nimble air. Every morning I wakened with a fresh consciousness that winter was over. There were none of the signs of spring for which I used to watch in Virginia, no budding woods or blooming gardens. There was only - spring itself; the throb of it, the light restlessness, the vital essence of it everywhere: in the sky, in the swift clouds, in the pale sunshine, and in the warm, high wind - rising suddenly, sinking suddenly, impulsive and playful like a big puppy that pawed you and then lay down to be petted. If I had been tossed down blindfold on that red prairie, I should have known that it was spring. — Willa Cather

The smoke rolls along the low ceiling and pours up into the night - a reverse waterfall - like when the kettle boils beneath the plate cupboard. — Joe Dunthorne

The cake is not for eating; it is to teach the cook. — Max S. Marshall