Best Simile Quotes

A mind is like a parachute. It doesn’t work if it is not open.

A good speech should be like a woman’s skirt: long enough to cover the subject and short enough to create interest

From authors whom I read more than once I learn to value the weight of words and to delight in their meter and cadence — in Gibbon’s polyphonic counterpoint and Guedalla’s command of the subjunctive, in Mailer’s hyperbole and Dillard’s similes, in Twain’s invectives and burlesques with which he set the torch of his ferocious wit to the hospitality tents of the world’s colossal humbug . . . I know no other way out of what is both the maze of the eternal present and the prison of the self except with a string of words.

One thing that literature would be greatly the better for
Would be a more restricted employment by authors of simile and>metaphor.

I belonged in Idle Valley like a pearl onion on a banana split.

He glanced back at the wall. How like a mirror, too, her face. Impossible; for how many people did you know who reflected your own light to you? People were more often–he searched for a simile, found one in his work–torches, blazing away until they whiffed out. How rarely did other people’s faces take of you and throw back to you your own expression, your own innermost trembling thought?

Some people are like Slinkies.They aren’t really good for anything, but they still bring a smile to my face when I push them down a flight of stairs.

Where to start? Everything cracks and shakes, The air trembles with similes, No one world’s better than another; the earth moans with metaphors.

Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like.

Poetry is only secondarily about words. Primarily, it is about truth. I dealt with the Ding an Sich, the substance behind the shadow, weaving powerful concepts, similes, and connections the way an engineer would raise a skyscraper with the whiskered-alloy skeleton being constructed long before the glass and plastic and chromaluminum appears.

A good simile,–as concise as a king’s declaration of love.

I went out on a date with Simile. I don’t know what I metaphor.

Death, the real simile for disease – for when we are ill, do we not always feel like we are dying, even if it’s only a little? – remains, despite our secularism, the most metaphoricised phenomenon of all.

Life is like a simile.

A day without sunshine is like, you know, night.

He’s like a drug for you, Bella.

Human beings, you see, do absolutely two primary things. We see like and unlike. Like becomes, in literature, simile and metaphor. Unlike becomes uniqueness and difference, from which I believe, the novel is born.

Coincidence obeys no laws and if it does we don’t know what they are. Coincidence, if you’ll permit me the simile, is like the manifestation of God at every moment on our planet. A senseless God making senseless gestures at his senseless creatures. In that hurricane, in that osseous implosion, we find communion.

Similes prove nothing, but yet greatly lighten and relieve the tedium of argument.

The beautiful part of writing is that you don’t have to get it right the first time, unlike, say, a brain surgeon. You can always do it better, find the exact word, the apt phrase, the leaping simile.

One thing that literature would be greatly the better forWould be a more restricted employment by authors of simile and>metaphor.

And than suddenly he was there, charging down the hallway like death in a cowboy duster.

I felt like one of Apollo’s sacred cows- slow, dumb, and bright red.

The simile has to match the tone of its surroundings and has to be like a little joke. Writing a simile that isn’t funny on some level is quite hard.

Opinions are like assholes, everyone has one.

Why do you sit there looking like an envelope without any address on it?

Worrying is like paying a debt you don’t owe.

We only really know what is new, what suddenly introduces to our sensibility a change of tone which strikes us, that for which habit has not yet substituted its pale fac-similes.

and her skin shone luminous and impossibly pale, as if it drank light from the moon.

It is surprising to see what superficial, inconsequential reasonings satisfy the most part of mankind. A piece of wit, a jest, a simile, or a quotation of an Author, passes for a mighty argument…. This weakness and effeminacy of mankind in being persuaded where they are delighted, have made them the sport of orators, poets, and men of wit.

My stern chase after time is, to borrow a simile from Tom Paine, like the race of a man with a wooden leg after a horse.

Good similes depend upon close observation. They depend upon brevity and wit….They have to fit in context.

Plastic metaphors and carbon copy similes that aren’t going to do anything for anybody and it doesn’t showcase creativity; it showcases the fact that the soul of the music has been compromised to control the industry.

Peeing is like a good book in that it is very, very hard to stop once you start.

If it is possible to cut a word out, always cut it out