Quotes about likeness
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“Anticipating pain was like enduring it twice. Why not anticipate pleasure instead?”
Source: Renegade's Magic
Source: Kiss of a Demon King
Source: Between The Tides
“Don't screech like that. You'll wake the dead." - Jace - The Mortal Instruments - City Of Bones”
Variant: Don't screech like that. You'll wake the dead.
Source: City of Bones
“books are like confort food without the calories”
Source: Home Safe
“Please, Percy… change your clothes. You smell like you've been run over by an electric horse.”
Source: The Mark of Athena
Source: Fly on the Wall: How One Girl Saw Everything
“Having a baby is like suddenly getting the world's worst roommate.”
Source: Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life
“Technological progress is like an axe in the hands of a pathological criminal.”
“I'm old enough to make you look like an embryo. [Thorn]”
Source: Bad Moon Rising
Source: Gunmetal Magic
Source: One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest
“You look like a boy who has eaten the fruit of the tree of knowledge and doesn't like the taste.”
Source: The Warrior Heir
“The more you move, the stronger you'll grow, not like a tree that can be killed if you uproot it.”
“I like long walks, especially when they're taken by people who annoy me.”
“I love you. I love you,
but I’m turning to my verses
and my heart is closing
like a fist.”
Source: Meditations in an Emergency
“There is no past or future. Using tenses to divide time is like making chalk marks on water.”
“Little girls, like butterflies, need no excuse”
“People like death and mayhem.”
“You will act like the sort of person you conceive yourself to be.”
Source: Psycho-Cybernetics, A New Way to Get More Living Out of Life
“We walked along the river with the words streaming behind us like ribbons in the night.”
Source: The Secret Life of Bees (2002)
1960s, The Quest for Peace and Justice (1964)
Context: There is a sort of poverty of the spirit which stands in glaring contrast to our scientific and technological abundance. The richer we have become materially, the poorer we have become morally and spiritually. We have learned to fly the air like birds and swim the sea like fish, but we have not learned the simple art of living together as brothers.
“Sadly, I part from you;
Like a clam torn from its shell,
I go, and autumn too.”
Source: Narrow Road to the Interior
“Some days are like that. Even in Australia.”
Source: Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day
Variant: That's not precisely what I had in mind."
Jamie, I had found out by accident a few days previously, had never mastered the art of winking one eye. Instead, he blinked solemnly, like a large red owl.
Source: Outlander
“Faith is like love: it does not let itself be forced.”
“Opening up to the wrong person is like putting ammo in their hands.”
Source: Sugar Daddy
“It’s, like, a safety bomb.”
-Iggy”
Source: The Angel Experiment
Dubliners (1914)
Variant: His soul swooned softly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
Source: "The Dead"
Context: Yes, the newspapers were right: snow was general all over Ireland. It was falling on every part of the dark central plain, on the treeless hills, falling softly upon the Bog of Allen and, farther westward, softly falling into the dark mutinous Shannon waves. It was falling, too, upon every part of the lonely churchyard on the hill where Michael Furey lay buried. It lay drifted on the crooked crosses and headstones, on the spears of the little gate, on the barren thorns. His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
Tolstoy's Diaries (1985) edited and translated by R. F. Christian. London: Athlone Press, Vol 2, p. 512
Context: People usually think that progress consists in the increase of knowledge, in the improvement of life, but that isn't so. Progress consists only in the greater clarification of answers to the basic questions of life. The truth is always accessible to a man. It can't be otherwise, because a man's soul is a divine spark, the truth itself. It's only a matter of removing from this divine spark (the truth) everything that obscures it. Progress consists, not in the increase of truth, but in freeing it from its wrappings. The truth is obtained like gold, not by letting it grow bigger, but by washing off from it everything that isn't gold.