Simile Quotes - Page 2

A room without books is like a body without a soul.

A house without books is like a room without windows.

Adult librarians are like lazy bakers: their patrons want a jelly doughnut, so they give them a jelly doughnut. Children’s librarians are ambitious bakers: 'You like the jelly doughnut? I’ll get you a jelly doughnut. But you should try my cruller, too. My cruller is gonna blow your mind, kid.

The only way I can describe the extent of my anxiety is to say that I felt as if I were pregnant with a rock.

It was a smooth silvery voice that matched her hair. It had a tiny tinkle in it, like bells in a doll's house. I thought that was silly as soon as I thought of it.

A woman's dress should be like a barbed-wire fence: serving its purpose without obstructing the view.

Peeing is like a good book in that it is very, very hard to stop once you start.

Beauty soaks reality as water fills a rag.

A prayerless Christian is like a bus driver trying alone to push his bus out of a rut because he doesn't know Clark Kent is on board.

You know, a cell phone's like a guy; if you don't plug him in every night, charge him good, you got nothing at all.

She wishes her grandmother had not been so protective, and that she understood better what passes between a man and woman. As it is, she simply enjoys the feelings and wonders if they are what lightning is made of, for everything comes back to the weather. Tears like rain. Smiles like the sun. Hair as dry as sand and fear like the dark ocean.

The amount of perfume she had on was like a human sacrifice on Incense Night.

Her courage seemed to collapse around her ankles like an old pair of elastic undies

She smiled like knife on a velvet, she stretched like cat on the sun.

Like a fire alarm going off in your ear, sulfur up your nose, mouth full of sour milk, reality is what it is – you deal with it.

His touch was like a bard's on his instrument, and it awakened a deep and mysterious music in my body.

There are three types of friends: those like food without which you can't live those like medicine which you need occasionally and those like an illness which you never want.

They passed, leaving a trail of foxfire shuffled up out of the wet leaves like stars plowed in a ship's wake.

...childlike wonder and awe have died. The scenery and poetry and music of the majesty of God have dried up like a forgotten peach at the back of the refrigerator.