Reasoning with a drunkard is like Going under water with a torch to seek for a drowning man. — Thiruvalluvar Copy Share Image
And than suddenly he was there, charging down the hallway like death in a cowboy duster. — Richelle Mead Copy Share Image
“Detonations crash in from nearby like walls she's a void at the center of.” — Garth Risk Hallberg Copy Share Image
Similes prove nothing, but yet greatly lighten and relieve the tedium of argument. — Robert South Copy Share Image
Old Marley was dead as a doornail... The wisdom of our ancestors is in the simile. — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“Deep ridges crossed his forehead like terraces in a Thai hillside, tucks in a leather cushion, troughs across a bloodhound’s jowls.” — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
A plot without action is like pasta without garlic, like Dolly Parton without cleavage, and like a writer without his similes. — Dean Koontz Copy Share Image
“You," Madeline said, her voice hollow and wheezing, "are like a bad case of herpes, wizard. You're inconvenient, embarassing, no real threat,… — Jim Butcher Copy Share Image
Today was a very cold and bitter day, as cold and bitter as a cup of hot chocolate, if the cup of… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Followed like a goat on a halter, hungry dog closing on his just-filled dinner bowl, water-bottle and towel carrier behind the tuba… — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Fluorescent lights on the ceiling lit up the white Formica top of her desk like an operating table, white-sand beach at high… — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Faded like morning fog in the rising sun, sports team logo on a cheap T-shirt, ninety-nine dollar paint job on a Chevy.” — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Rang in my ears like Easter morning churchbells in Rome, rumble from an unmuffled Harley, fireworks shells exploding over a Fourth-of-July parade.” — Dennis Vickers Copy Share Image
“Lugh's decided to stick with bein mad at me. It's like traveling with a storm cloud. One of them that hangs low… — Moira Young Copy Share Image
I can never look now at the Milky Way without wondering from which of those banked clouds of stars the emissaries are… — Arthur C. Clarke Copy Share Image
You see, it's really quite simple. A simile is just a mode of comparison employing 'as' and 'like' to reveal the hidden… — Norton Juster Copy Share Image
“I wanted to hold onto the house the way you'd hold onto a love letter. It was proof that I had not… — Ottessa Moshfegh Copy Share Image
“Wait. Are you saying what I think you're saying?' 'Ye-es.' Now that I had spilled the beans I could take on the… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
When you're looking around for metaphor or simile, I do think it's often helpful to keep inside the world of the book,… — Leigh Newman Copy Share Image
“Yes, boys are a little like shoes. Why? Well...They can be useful. But mainly...They are nice to look at. Getting the right… — Rachel Hill Copy Share Image
“If you disagree with something, it's easier to say 'you suck' than to figure out and explain exactly what you disagree with.… — Paul Graham Copy Share Image
“That night I dreamt about the roses laid at the wrong feet—the feet of the nurse. Each bit of the dream was… — Olivia Sudjic Copy Share Image
“When I was small my mother tried to teach me the colors. "Blue," she said, pointing to the sky. And "blue" again,… — Ally Condie Copy Share Image
“It seemed my whole life was composed of these disjointed fractions of time, hanging around in one public place and then another,… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
We come to the New Testament, where again a host of imperative verbs is mustered in support of that miserable bondage of… — Martin Luther Copy Share Image
“As I tried to doze, the incident on the piazzetta, lost somewhere amid the Piave war memorial and our ride up the… — André Aciman Copy Share Image
“My body felt like tangled rubber bands and dried-out pens and sticky paper clips, like the contents of a drawer where you… — Catherine Lacey Copy Share Image
From authors whom I read more than once I learn to value the weight of words and to delight in their meter… — Lewis H. Lapham Copy Share Image
“It was long past midnight. Laura's music played on. It was composed in the language of stars, tinkling in a crystal pool… — Hannah Lillith Assadi Copy Share Image
