Allegory Quotes

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Augustine of Hippo
“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.”
St. Augustine

Cormac McCarthy
“Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery.”
Cormac McCarthy, The Road

William Shakespeare
“O, beware, my lord, of jealousy;
It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock
The meat it feeds on.”
William Shakespeare, Othello

J.R.R. Tolkien
“I cordially dislike allegory in all its manifestations, and always have done so since I grew old and wary enough to detect its presence. I much prefer history – true or feigned– with its varied applicability to the thought and experience of readers. I think that many confuse applicability with allegory, but the one resides in the freedom of the reader, and the other in the purposed domination of the author.”
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

Sarah MacLean
“What does Éloa mean?”

He narrowed his gaze, answered her literally. “It’s the name of an angel.”

Penelope tilted her head, thinking. “I’ve never heard of him.”

“You wouldn’t have.”

“Was he a fallen angel?”

“She was, yes.” He hesitated, not wanting to tell her the story, but unable to stop himself. “Lucifer tricked her into falling from heaven.”

“Tricked her how?”

He met her gaze. “She fell in love with him.”

Penelope’s eyes widened. “Did he love her?”

Like an addict loves his addiction. “The only way he knew how.”

She shook her head. “How could he trick her?”

“He never told her his name.”
Sarah MacLean, A Rogue by Any Other Name

J.R.R. Tolkien
“A man inherited a field in which was an accumulation of old stone, part of an older hall. Of the old stone some had already been used in building the house in which he actually lived, not far from the old house of his fathers. Of the rest he took some and built a tower. But his friends coming perceived at once (without troubling to climb the steps) that these stones had formerly belonged to a more ancient building. So they pushed the tower over, with no little labour, and in order to look for hidden carvings and inscriptions, or to discover whence the man's distant forefathers had obtained their building material. Some suspecting a deposit of coal under the soil began to dig for it, and forgot even the stones. They all said: 'This tower is most interesting.' But they also said (after pushing it over): 'What a muddle it is in!' And even the man's own descendants, who might have been expected to consider what he had been about, were heard to murmur: 'He is such an odd fellow! Imagine using these old stones just to build a nonsensical tower! Why did not he restore the old house? he had no sense of proportion.' But from the top of that tower the man had been able to look out upon the sea.”
J.R.R. Tolkien, Beowulf and the Critics

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
“When I opened my eyes I saw nothing but the pool of nocturnal sky, for I was lying on my back with out-stretched arms, face to face with that hatchery of stars. Only half awake, still unaware that those depths were sky, having no roof between those depths and me, no branches to screen them, no root to cling to, I was seized with vertigo and felt myself as if flung forth and plunging downward like a diver.”
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Wind, Sand and Stars

Herman Melville
“All my means are sane, my motive and my object mad.”
Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, the Whale

Margaret Atwood
“I could end this with a moral,
as if this were a fable about animals,
though no fables are really about animals.”
Margaret Atwood, The Tent

Vera Nazarian
“On this material plane, each living being is like a street lantern lamp with a dirty lampshade.

The inside flame burns evenly and is of the same quality as all the rest—hence all of us are equal in the absolute sense, the essence, in the quality of our energy.

However, some of the lamps are “turned down” and having less light in them, burn fainter, (the beings have a less defined individuality, are less in tune with the universal All which is the same as the Will)—hence all of us are unequal in a relative sense, some of us being more aware (human beings), and others being less aware (animal beings), with small wills and small flames.

The lampshades of all are stained with the clutter of the material reality or the physical world.

As a result, it is difficult for the light of each lamp to shine through to the outside and it is also difficult to see what is on the other side of the lampshade that represents the external world (a great thick muddy ocean of fog), and hence to “feel” a connection with the other lantern lamps (other beings).

The lampshade is the physical body immersed in the ocean of the material world, and the limiting host of senses that it comes with.

The dirt of the lampshade results from the cluttering bulk of life experience accumulated without a specific goal or purpose.

The dirtier the lampshade, the less connection each soul has to the rest of the universe—and this includes its sense of connection to other beings, its sense of dual presence in the material world and the metaphysical world, and the thin connection line to the wick of fuel or the flow of electricity that resides beyond the material plane and is the universal energy.

To remain “lit” each lantern lamp must tap into the universal Source of energy.

If the link is weak, depression and-or illness sets in.

If the link is strong, life persists.

This metaphor to me best illustrates the universe.”
Vera Nazarian, The Perpetual Calendar of Inspiration

William Golding
“I was the only boy in our school what had asthma," said the fat boy with a touch of pride. "And I've been wearing specs since I was three.”
William Golding, Barron's Book Notes: Lord of the Flies

Ernest Hemingway
“If a writer of prose knows enough about what he is writing about he may omit things that he knows and the reader, if the writer is writing truly enough, will have a feeling of those things as strongly as though the writer had stated them. The dignity of movement of an ice-berg is due to only one-eighth of it being above water. A writer who omits things because he does not know them only makes hollow places in his writing. A writer who appreciates the seriousness of writing so little that he is anxious to make people see he is formally educated, cultured or well-bred is merely a popinjay. And this too remember; a serious writer is not to be confounded with a solemn writer. A serious writer may be a hawk or a buzzard or even a popinjay, but a solemn writer is always a bloody owl.”
Ernest Hemingway

J.R.R. Tolkien
“I cordially dislike allegory in all its manifestations...”
TOLKIEN J. J. R.

Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra
“At this the duchess, laughing all the while, said: "Sancho Panza is right in all he has said, and will be right in all he shall say...”
Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, Don Quixote

Leah Wilson
“a thing may happen and be a total lie; another thing may not happen and be truer then the truth”
Leah Wilson, The Girl Who Was on Fire: Your Favorite Authors on Suzanne Collins' Hunger Games Trilogy

C.S. Lewis
“The two things that came out clearly were the sense of reality in the background and the mythical value: the essence of myth being that it should have no taint of allegory to the maker and yet should suggest incipient allegories to the reader.
[C.S. Lewis writes to J.R.R. Tolkien on December 7, 1929]”
C.S. Lewis

Margaret Atwood
“I follow suit, said the lion,
vacating his coat of arms
and movie logos; and the eagle said,
Get me off this flag.”
Margaret Atwood, The Tent

Dennis Lehane
“Twelve dead?” I said. “Jesus.”
Dennis Lehane, A Drink Before the War

C.S. Lewis
“Nowhere in Chaucer do we find what can be called a radically allegorical poem.”
C.S. Lewis

Chandel L. White
“Long before there was ever a King James Version of our Bible, there was a gospel truth...and long before doctrines and denominations, the preeminence of the gospel was already ripe to harvest. Before man had ever thought about creating symbols to represent spiritual things...there was a gospel.”
Chandel L. White, Romans to Jude - Precise Christian Scripture Revealed

“Metaphor is an allegory in miniature.”
George Campbell, The Philosophy of Rhetoric

Susan   Weiner
“Greater than dusk and the fluttering moth, behold the rose,
As brighter than the Northern Star its flower grows.”
Susan Weiner

Attar of Nishapur
“The bat who wanted to see the sun

One night a bat said: “How is it that I

Have never seen the sun; I wonder why?

I long to lose myself inks pure light;

Instead my wretched life is one long night -But though I travel with my eyes shut fast
I know I’ll reach that promised blaze at last.”
A seer had overheard and said: “What pride! A thousand years might bring you to its side; You are bewildered, lost you could as soon Attain the sun as could an ant the moon.” The unpersuaded bat said:
“Never mind,
I’ll fly about and see what I can find.”

For years he flew in dismal ignorance,

Till he collapsed in an exhausted trance

And murmured as he tried in vain to fly:
“Where is the sun? Perhaps I’ve passed it by?”
”
Attar of Nishapur, The Conference of the Birds

“...when a person, instead of adopting metaphors that come naturally and opportunely in his way, rummages the whole world in quest of them, and piles them one upon another; when he cannot so properly be said to use metaphor as to talk in metaphor, or rather when from metaphor he runs into allegory, and thence into enigma, his words are not the immediate signs of his thought; they are at best but the signs of the signs of his thought.”
George Campbell, The Philosophy of Rhetoric

Attar of Nishapur
“The bat who wanted to see the sun

One night a bat said: “How is it that I
Have never seen the sun; I wonder why?
I long to lose myself inks pure light;
Instead my wretched life is one long night – But though I travel with my eyes shut fast
I know I’ll reach that promised blaze at last.”
A seer had overheard and said: “What pride! A thousand years might bring you to its side; You are bewildered, lost you could as soon Attain the sun as could an ant the moon.” The unpersuaded bat said: “Never mind,
I’ll fly about and see what I can find.”
For years he flew in dismal ignorance,
Till he collapsed in an exhausted trance
And murmured as he tried in vain to fly:
“Where is the sun? Perhaps I’ve passed it by?”
Attar of Nishapur, The Conference of the Birds

Eleanor Davis
“The fall from Eden is really an allegory for our transition from hunter-gatherers to an agrarian society. Before the fall we lived in a utopia, free of artificial social constructs.”
Eleanor Davis, How To Be Happy

“Art is the earliest form of encryption.”
Monaristw

Steven Moore
“For some of us, there are few terms that induce narcosis quicker than "Christian allegory.”
Steven Moore, The Novel: An Alternative History, 1600-1800

“The Soul-Hole
(Note: The icons in TSH do not necessarily match with their intended formal meanings, they are merely frosting. Also, there are no footnotes to explain the text as there are multiple interpretations–like the proverphorical layer cake. Enjoy the cuisine. If it gets tedious its meant to. (Once dedicated to certains who want to stuff their pie holes on a diet of fattening sweet nothings).

The Soul–Hole

It was a soul
It had a goal—
(It had a notion–to fill its whole)
Its desire was—to fill its hle

It “dug” wholeheartedly its soul hole 5
To fill its soul and solely occupy the whole
It tried all things to feed its hole—
All sort O’ wants stuffed it–its black h●le

The more it ❽ the more it famished—
Ate its soul—all the more ravished 10

It thought it best
Take More not less—
Spaded it in–the meaningless

Every shovel made
Its hle got deep twice laid— 15
Struck it poor it did–its dirt well paid

◷ne scoop forward tw◑ depths deep
Length doubles t◒◒—its emptying sØul–it keeps

On the w(h)◎le, it went whole hog,
To burrow its hole–this groundhog went agog—
Furrowed it deep—to slop its façade

The more it strode to trench its hole—
A thimbleful empty⨟ no (front) end load

(–Pssst! Its as if it got bit by a pire of soul—
Yea, a soulpire sucked its swhoule dry— 25
Leaving 2wö more empty holes)

It filled but missed
It labored in bliss
Found it it—it abyssed

In dread and fearh it stoked its hole 30
With joyous tear it looped its knot whole
Broke its soil with useless toil
All–to–make it—it–assoiled

Other: “do it have a h ◙ le in its •ead?—?
It needs to fill its head h⌻le–like a hole in its head
(—Fill ⎌ its h ”
Douglas Laurent

“Learn to say "I love you", without actually saying it”
Monaristw

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