Figurative Language Quotes

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Craig Silvey
“How strange and abandoned and unsettled I am. Like a snowdome paper weight that's been shaken. There's a blizzard in my bubble. Everything in my world that was steady and sure and sturdy has been shaken out of place, and it's now drifting and swirling back down in a confetti of debris. (p30)”
Craig Silvey, Jasper Jones

“If I could dam up the flow of Duck River channel its waters into my inkstone pool I'd use it up expressing my congratulations and I could celebrate your birthday forever.”
Daichō Rōryō

Barbara Kingsolver
“The best artifact was the calendar of the ancients, a great carved piece of stone as big as a kitchen, circular, bolted to the wall like a giant clock. In the center was an angry face looking out, as if he'd come through that stone from some other place to have a look at us, and not very pleased about it.”
Barbara Kingsolver, The Lacuna

Donna Tartt
“I slept all day, face down in the pillow, a comfortable dead-man's float only remotely disturbed by a chill undertow of reality—talk, footsteps, slamming doors—which threaded fitfully through the dark, blood-warm waters of dream.”
Donna Tartt, The Secret History

Hanya Yanagihara
“He didn't really care if they felt that way or not: he just needed them to say it, he needed to feel that something lay beneath their imperturbable calm, that somewhere within them ran a thin stream of quick, cool water, teeming with delicate lives, minnows and grasses and tiny white flowers, all tender and easily wounded and so vulnerable you couldn't see them without aching for them.”
Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life

Kim Dong Hwa
“What can I possibly be hiding in a heart that's still the size of a tiny sparrow?”
Kim Dong Hwa, The Color of Water

E.M. Forster
“And again and again fell the word, like the ebb of a dying sea.

"Good-bye.”
E.M. Forster, Howards End

Katherine Arden
“Having the world as you wish--that is not for the young," he added, "They want too much.”
Katherine Arden, The Girl in the Tower

Carmen Maria Machado
“Everything is soft, like a fresh oil painting.”
Carmen Maria Machado, Her Body and Other Parties

“The literal sense of the author was "creation is the orderly act of a loving Creator God." What the modern reader often hears, however, is "The universe was made in six 24-hour days." This is as wrong-headed as taking me to mean I actually stood in line a million years or that my cardiac tissue has been torn in half or that Christ had delusions of being a grape plant.
-- Making Senses of Scripture”
Mark Shea

Ruth Ware
“i felt my face turn scarlet as if the sun were burning me alive”
Ruth Ware

Donna Tartt
“He's a funny one," said Ida. "Here's how he sound." She pursed her lips and, expertly, imitated the red-winged blackbird's call: not the liquid piping of the wood thrush, which dipped down into the dry tchh tchh tchh of the cricket's birr and up again in delerious, sobbing trills; not the clear, three-note whistle of the chickadee or even the blue jay's rough cry, which was like a rusty gate creaking. This was an abrupt, whirring, unfamiliar cry, a scream of warning -congeree!- which choked itself off on a subdued, fluting note.”
Donna Tartt

Carmen Maria Machado
“Then the not-memory washed away like a wet painting in a storm, and I was in the shower, shaking, and she was outside, losing me, and there was no way for me to tell her not to.”
Carmen Maria Machado, Her Body and Other Parties

E.M. Forster
“Tulips were a tray of jewels.”
E.M. Forster, Howards End

E.M. Forster
“Alas! that Henry should fade away as reality emerged, and only her love for him should remain clear, stamped with his image like the cameos we rescue out of dreams.”
E.M. Forster, Howards End

Dexter Palmer
“This had been happening more and more often: the two of us come upon each other by accident in the early hours of the morning and take solace in each others' company, weathering out the peril of being awake at this time of night, when thoughts that are neatly ordered or justly murdered during the day come loose from their moorings and out of their graves, to tie themselves to each other in new and dangerous ways.”
Dexter Palmer, The Dream of Perpetual Motion