List of Metaphors lb gorilla A blanket of snow A colorful remark was not half bad either. A different tack a heart of blackness A heart of gold a heart of stone A laugh in a sea of sadness.
A light in a sea of darkness. A rainbow of flavors. A riverboat shall be my horse. A stitch in time saves nine. Aesopian language Albatross America is a melting pot for people from all parts of the world.Joel Schumacher's Phantom of the Opera: A Video Essay
An infinite spectrum of possibilities Apollo archetype Apple of my eye As blind as a bat As busy as a bee As gentle as a lamb As quiet as a mouse As slippery as an eel As smart as a fox As strong as an ox As wise as an owl Astroturfing Authority is a chair Bad apples excuse Batten down the hatches Battle of egos Belling the cat Big red button Bi-ja Birds of a feather flock together. Black-and-white dualism blank check: Blind men and an elephant Boiling frog Bootstrapping Brass monkey Brass ring bread and circuses: Broken heart Bucket brigade Butterfly effect By and large Cabin fever Camel's nose Can Catch logic Chain reaction character assassination: Cherry picking fallacy Chicken or the egg China Syndrome Chinese fire drill Choices are crossroads.
Elephant in the room Enchanted loom Fatted calf Fear is a beast that feeds on attention Few bad apples Figurehead Five wisdoms Flogging a dead horse fly like a bird Fog of war For me, time is money. Sleep tight. Don Gordian Knot Government in the sunshine: grandfather grassroots: Greek to me Green shoots grey area Ground zero He basted her with flattery to get the job.
He faded off to sleep, while I was still talking to him. He had a coarse manner of speech He has a heart of stone. He has the heart of a lion He is all heartbroken He is the shinning star of our school. He is the sun of my sky He swam in the sea of diamonds He tried to help but his legs were wax Her bubbly personality cheered him up.
Her deep dark secret was revealed to everyone. Her hair was bone white Her home was a prison, I wonder, how does she live there. Her soft voice was music to Andy's ears. Her voice is music to his ears. His belt was a snake curling around his waist His Eye Is on the Sparrow His hair is a white snowflake and his hair is a messy haystack His head was spinning with ideas.
His home was a prison. His monkey mind is always full of new ideas.
Living water isn’t just a metaphor
His silken lies went unheard in the court of law. Hobson's choice Holy Grail Honesty is the best policy. Hue and cry Hungry ghost I do not like him because he is a shady character. I have been waiting for the sweet smell of success which has now finally reached me.
Ideas are water Ideas are wings I'm heartbroken. Information travels faster in this modern age as our days start crawling away.
Inverted pyramid Invincible ignorance fallacy Iron metaphor It is raining cats and dogs It's going to be clear skies from now on. Jumping for joy Jumping the shark Keep your eyes peeled. Kicked the bucket Lame Duck landslide victory: Late bloomer Law of the instrument Left high and dry Life has a tendency to come back and bite you in the ass. Life is a journey. Life is a mere dream Life is a rollercoaster which every one has to go through.My black lab son Bo is also a water baby.
My heart leaps for joy when he is jumping, diving and grinning in the Atlantic Ocean. Yes, he actually grins and this is a regular routine since we moved to Florida!
In July, I was blessed to visit two bodies of water near and dear to my heart. Both are annual traditions and a source of good times with good friends as we relax, eat well and laugh a lot.
While I was soaking up my blessings, this blog post came to mind — how water correlates to our lives. At times, the surface of the water is flat and calm. There is a soft ebb but it is flowing. Yet underneath? The water below is very different…turbulent, filled with rip tides invisible to the eye. Have you met people who are easygoing even when things are not easy?
They are joyful and take life in stride. They are self-assured even when life is chaotic. If you are the type of person who naturally portrays a calm demeanor when calamity is going on, I applaud you.
I tend to wear my heart, passion and pressure on my sleeve. Yep, a second shameless cooldeb plug. If you have snorkeled, particularly offshore, you know what I am talking about. Yet on the surface, it is choppy with endless rolling waves flipping, turning and spinning. Have you met people who thrive on crazy and a bit of mess? They are actually energized by chaos and seek it to exist. Thank you for those life lessons. But usually, it is waving to one degree or another on the surface.
In the midst of a storm, a typhoon or a hurricane, the surface can be ferociously turbulent. It may not even look like a surface any more. What kind of water baby are you? Do you embrace easy coasting when a riptide of calamity is going on? Do share…. I am definitely interested! I took the pre course a few months ago. Welcome your thoughts on how mindfulness is a tool in life education guru Edith!The Iceberg metaphor for culture shows a cruise ship sailing close to the iceberg for a look at this foreign territory.
Part of the iceberg is immediately visible; part of it emerges and submerges with the tides, and its foundations go deep beneath the surface. Culture at Work Cross-cultural. The Iceberg Metaphor The Iceberg metaphor for culture shows a cruise ship sailing close to the iceberg for a look at this foreign territory. Above water line: Aspects of culture that are explicit, visible, taught. This includes written explanations, as well as those thousands of skills and information conveyed through formal lessons, such as manners or computing long division or baking bread.
Also above water are the tangible aspects: from the "cultural markers" tourists seek out such as French bread or Guatemalan weaving, to the conformity in how people dress, the way they pronounce the letter "R", how they season their food, the way they expect and office to be furnished. At the water line: The transition zone is where the cultural observer has to be more alert: "now you see it now you don't", the area where implicit understandings become talked about, explained--mystical experiences are codified into a creed; the area where official explanations and teachings become irrational, contradictory, inexplicable--where theology becomes faith.
Below the water line: "Hidden" culture: the habits, assumptions, understandings, values, judgments Usually these aspects are not taught directly. Think about mealtime, for example, and the order you eat foods at dinner: Do you end with dessert?
With a pickle? With tea? Nuts and cheese? Just have one course with no concluding dish? Or, in these modern times, do you dispense with a sit-down meal altogether? Or consider how you know if someone is treating you in a friendly manner: do they shake hands?
These sorts of daily rules are learned by osmosis -- you may know what tastes "right" or when you're treated "right", but because these judgments are under-the-waterline, it usually doesn't occur to you to question or explain those feelings.
Beer Fair use policy.Awesome metaphors Charmaine. I hope the waters in your area continue to be uneventful. Love your writer's heart that pulled some metaphors out of the surrounding flooding! I like Bruce Lee's comments about water, how it adapts and changes shape to fit any container. Water was used as a punishment with The Flood. It's also used in torture.
Living by the ocean, I have a great respect for the power of water.
Can someone please make up a metaphor or simile on the environment/going green?
Wow I can't imagine all that water floating around my house which is weird because I technically live below sealevel. Nice metaphors, I never thought there would be so many! Good post! Hugs and chocolate, Shelly Hope your family stays safe. Just as I finished reading your post, a newstory about the flooding in Australia aired on the TV. Glad it was mild this year. Based on your story I can see water as a metaphor for destruction - a part of life I guess.
Thanks for all the different metaphors. Nice stopping by here. Awesome post Charmaine. You got me thinking--water is the great cleanser that's for sure--or it can bring all sorts of disease when it's contaminated. I didn't think of water boarding which turned up in one of my stories but yes, water can be used for so many things.
And I think we can only survive for about 3 days without water if we've broken down in the desert or whatever.I was so impressed with some of the ideas! Here is a taste:. The lake is a snake, slithering past the sturdy rocks and chomping up the tributaries as it sneakily slithers by.
The stream is a deadly snake, slithering through the knobbly stones at the bottom of the fast flowing cloudy water. Posted in Uncategorized Tags: metaphorriverssimile. There are some fabulous words in there! I particularly like the idea of the sneaky snake river. Some great images conjured up here, and interesting to try and guess who came up with which description!
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The fast moving waterfall is like a stampede rushing to get to safety. The brook is a baby, crawling through the countryside. The rapids are like children, always full of energy, bouncing and leaping everywhere they go. The rapids crash from side to side like a lion trying to get out of its cage. The canal smiled maliciously as his toxic smell roamed around the air. The canal is a baby learning to swim.
The lake is like a cheetah waiting to charge.I sat on the beach or the rocks or perched up kneeling in a window, watching the Pacific, two weeks ago. Just after sunrise and all morning with coffee and all midmorning and late afternoon while my friends rode their surfboards in and out, and through the long sunsets too, I was just a set of eyes. I wrote a bunch about it, in a notebook that's already full and on a shelf - how graceful the whole strange surfing thing is, how simple, that it doesn't destroy anything maybe I am naive, but : how it makes an event out of what already exists.
Knowing the opportunity will arise again and again ceaselessly and also won't, not ever again, not in this particular form. I wrote all about it and recognized that I wasn't writing anything new - my favorite book in the world is Woolf's The Waves - but metaphors are also ever-presenting intuitive events, which we can choose to acknowledge or or not.
When I tried my hand at surfing, after being a set of eyes for days, I felt like a very small child. My beautiful friends-in-love were my guides, I had dyed my hair purple and wore it in pigtails every day, and the wetsuit made me a curveless nymph. I figured some things out, playfully, and fell a bunch of times and stood up a little bit and slid around with sunscreen stinging my eyes. Then I wanted to go farther out, and.
Waves in my dreams. The chosen metaphors there are many, and they're pretty good. I'll let you choose your own. Where I cannot ride a surfboard on the scary ocean, I will ride a damn metaphor all day long. Til everyone is tired of watching. This vacation was really good. If you don't follow my Instagram, you missed heaping spoonfuls of intentional jealousy-incitement. I'm going to hold onto this subtle chillness for as long as possible, but I'm also going to announce Valentine's Day flower plans next week, because here comes Valentine's Day, here it comes here it comes like a wave ohmyjesus, so don't lose hope for me yet.
And with the most intuitive of evidence, decides how to respond appropriately.I was so impressed with some of the ideas! Here is a taste:. The lake is a snake, slithering past the sturdy rocks and chomping up the tributaries as it sneakily slithers by. The stream is a deadly snake, slithering through the knobbly stones at the bottom of the fast flowing cloudy water. Posted in Uncategorized Tags: metaphorriverssimile. There are some fabulous words in there! I particularly like the idea of the sneaky snake river.
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Here is a taste: The Wharfe is a snake that sneaks around Otley. The fast moving waterfall is like a stampede rushing to get to safety. The brook is a baby, crawling through the countryside. The rapids are like children, always full of energy, bouncing and leaping everywhere they go. The rapids crash from side to side like a lion trying to get out of its cage.
The canal smiled maliciously as his toxic smell roamed around the air. The canal is a baby learning to swim. The lake is like a cheetah waiting to charge. The rapids, gushing and free, shouting, mad river like a hunting bear.
The estuary opened his mouth wider and wider until he vomited waves into the sea. The river is a runner, tumbling rapidly over the river bed.