Quotes Tagged With :similie

When the owner of the pig arrived he found a scrawny and bloodcovered white boychild standing on what....

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

After that hard winter, one could not get enough of the nimble air. Every morning I wakened with a fresh....

Summer was full on and the nights hot. It was like lying in warm syrup there in the dark under the viaduct,....

Harrogate saw them going along Blount Avenue Sunday morning. They wore outfits all cut from the same....

It’s not nice to think of children growing up like mushrooms, in the dark.

A big lemoncolored cat watched him from the top of a woodstove. He turned his head to see it better and....

wen thectaste of my own medicine is given to me results into silent treatment,its not bitter therefore....

Summer was full on and the nights hot. It was like lying in warm syrup there in the dark under the viaduct,....