Quotes About Similie

#1. It was like watching a boar try to take on the endless blue of the sky.

C.S. Pacat

#2. The most accomplished way of using books is to serve them as some people do lords; learn their titles and then brag of their acquaintance.

Laurence Sterne

#3. What else was filmmmaking about if not a series of perfect and potent images strung together like the words of a poem?

Francesca Lia Block

#4. Harrogate saw them going along Blount Avenue Sunday morning. They wore outfits all cut from the same bolt of cloth and in the church pew standing six across they looked like a strip of gaudy wallpaper cut into those linked dolls madfolk pass their time in fashioning.

Cormac McCarthy

#5. Terrorism': the word that means nothing, yet justifies everything.

Glenn Greenwald

#6. Summer was full on and the nights hot. It was like lying in warm syrup there in the dark under the viaduct, in the steady whine of gnats and nightbugs.

Cormac McCarthy

#7. When the owner of the pig arrived he found a scrawny and bloodcovered white boychild standing on what was left of his property sawing at it with a knife and hauling on the skin and cursing. The dirty half flayed pig looked like something recovered from a shallow grave.

Cormac McCarthy

#8. If we deliberately choose to obey God, then He will tax the remotest star and the last grain of sand to assist us with all His almighty power.

Oswald Chambers

#9. Rise and take your stance once again

Bob Marley

#10. With the sun sliding out of the sky like spit off a wall ...

Junot Diaz

#11. Unless science is controlled by a greater moral force, it will become the Antichrist prophesied by the early Christians.

Charles Lindbergh

#12. Wen thectaste of my own medicine is given to me results into silent treatment,its not bitter therefore i enjoy the medicine i gave you too.

Mohlalefi J Motsima

#13. Justice is blind until she gets the person that blinded her. Then it's payback time.

Jason Jones

#14. A big lemoncolored cat watched him from the top of a woodstove. He turned his head to see it better and it elongated itself like hot taffy down the side of the stove and vanished headfirst in the earth without a sound.

Cormac McCarthy