Allegory Quotes

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C.S. Lewis
“I thought I saw how stories of this kind could steal past a certain inhibition which had paralysed much of my own religion in childhood. Why did one find it so hard to feel as one was told one ought to feel about God or the sufferings of Christ? I thought the chief reason was that one was told one ought to. An obligation to feel can freeze feelings. And reverence itself did harm. The whole subject was associated with lowered voices; almost as if it were something medical. But supposing that by casting all these things into an imaginary world, stripping them of their stained-glass and Sunday School associations, one could make them for the first time appear in their real potency? Could one not thus steal past those watchful dragons? I thought one could.”
C.S. Lewis

Roman Payne
“Ô, the wine of a woman from heaven is sent,
more perfect than all that a man can invent.”
Roman Payne, The Love of Europa: Limited Time Edition
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Roman Payne
“Ô, the wine of a woman
from heaven is sent,
more perfect than all
that a man can invent.

When she came to my bed and begged me with sighs
not to tempt her towards passion nor actions unwise,
I told her I’d spare her and kissed her closed eyes,
then unbraided her body of its clothing disguise.

While our bodies were nude bathed in candlelight fine
I devoured her mouth, tender lips divine;
and I drank through her thighs her feminine wine.

Ô, the wine of a woman
from heaven is sent,
more perfect than all
that a man can invent.”
Roman Payne

Jalal ad-Din Muhammad ar-Rumi
“A Mixed-breed Apple"

A little mixed-breed apple,
half red, half yellow, tells this story.

A lover and beloved get separated.
Their being apart was one thing,
but they have opposite responses.

The lover feels pain and grows pale.
The beloved flushes and feels proud.

I am a thorn next to my master's rose.
We seem to be two, but we are not.”
Rumi, The Big Red Book

Terry Pratchett
“She reached down and picked a crab out of a bucket. As it came up it turned out that three more were hanging on to it. "A crab necklace?" giggled Juliet.
"Oh, that's crabs for you," said Verity, disentangling the ones who had hitched a ride. "thick as planks, the lot of them. That's why you can keep them in a bucket wihtout a lid. Any that tries to get out gets pulled back. yes, as thick as planks.”
Terry Pratchett, Unseen Academicals

C.S. Lewis
“No story can be devised by the wit of man which cannot be interpreted allegorically by the wit of some other man.”
C.S. Lewis, On Stories: And Other Essays on Literature

Christina Baker Kline
“You can live for a long time inside the shell you were born in. But one day it'll become too small."
"Then what?" I ask.
"Well, then you'll have to find a larger shell to live in."
I consider this for a moment. "What if it's too small but you still want to live there?"
She sighs. "Gracious, child, what a question. I suppose you'll either have to be brave and find a new home or you'll have to live inside a broken shell.”
Christina Baker Kline, A Piece of the World

Thomas Henry Huxley
“In order to get over the ethical difficulties presented by the naive naturalism of many parts of those Scriptures, in the divine authority of which he firmly believed, Philo borrowed from the Stoics (who had been in like straits in respect of Greek mythology), that great Excalibur which they had forged with infinite pains and skill—the method of allegorical interpretation. This mighty 'two-handed engine at the door' of the theologian is warranted to make a speedy end of any and every moral or intellectual difficulty, by showing that, taken allegorically or, as it is otherwise said, 'poetically' or, 'in a spiritual sense,' the plainest words mean whatever a pious interpreter desires they should mean.”
Thomas Henry Huxley, The Evolution Of Theology: An Anthropological Study

Flannery O'Connor
“In any case, you can't have effective allegory in times when people are swept this way and that by momentary convictions, because everyone will read it differently. You can't indicate moral values when morality changes with what is being done, because there is no accepted basis of judgment. And you cannot show the operation of grace when grace is cut off from nature or when the very possibility of grace is denied, because no one will have the least idea of what you are about.”
Flannery O'Connor, Mystery and Manners: Occasional Prose

Baruch Spinoza
“If Scripture were to describe the downfall of an empire in the style adopted by political historians, the common people would not be stirred.”
Baruch Spinoza, Theological-Political Treatise

Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
“The reason creatures wanted to use language instead of mental telepathy was that they found out they could get so much more done with language. Language made them so much more active. Mental telepathy, with everybody constantly telling everybody everything, produced a sort of generalized indifference to all information. But language, with its slow, narrow meanings, made it possible to think about one thing at a time -- to start thinking in terms of projects.”
Kurt Vonnegut Jr., God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater

Rachel Starr Thomson
“When they see beyond the sky,
When they know beyond the mind,
When they hear the song of the Burning Light;
Take these Gifts of My Outstretched Hand,
Weave them together.
I shall come.”
Rachel Starr Thomson, Worlds Unseen

Richelle E. Goodrich
“Comparisons are like rigid fingers—eager to point at a subject but unwilling to grasp it.”
Richelle E. Goodrich, Smile Anyway: Quotes, Verse, and Grumblings for Every Day of the Year

Jeffrey Tayler
“Not taking the Bible (or other texts based on 'revealed truths') literally leaves it up to the reader to cherry-pick elements for belief. There exists no guide for such cherry-picking, and zero religious sanction for it.”
Jeffrey Tayler

Ernest Hemingway
“Every novel which is truly written contributes to the total of knowledge which is there at the disposal of the next writer who comes, but the next writer must pay, always, a certain nominal percentage in experience to be able to understand and assimilate what is available as his birthright and what he must, in turn, take his departure from. If a writer of prose knows enough about what he is writing about he may omit things that he knows and the reader, if the writer is writing truly enough, will have a feeling of those things as strongly as though the writer had stated them. The dignity of movement of an ice-berg is due to only one-eighth of it being above water. A writer who omits things because he does not know them only makes hollow places in his writing. A writer who appreciates the seriousness of writing so little that he is anxious to make people see he is formally educated, cultured or well-bred is merely a popinjay. And this too remember; a serious writer is not to be confounded with a solemn writer. A serious writer may be a hawk or a buzzard or even a popinjay, but a solemn writer is always a bloody owl.”
Ernest Hemingway, Death in the Afternoon

L.G. Westlake
“The Durhannians' countenance lifted as is the way of Hope. There was a village elder whose eyes flickered with the light of Understanding. We knew he would soon be able to illuminate paths in the darkness.”
Laurie Green Westlake, Quest for the Life Tree

Joe Hill
“Carol says we speak with one voice. What she doesn't say is that voice belongs to HER. There's only one song to sing these days--Carol's song--and if you aren't in harmony, you can stick a stone in your mouth and shut the hell up.”
Joe Hill, The Fireman

“Adelaide remembered the first storm Justinius had seen her through. She had seen many storms since then, some milder than others, some worse than the first, and the Prince had been with her, comforting her and protecting her life through each wail of the wind and each crash of thunder. If he could free her from the slave yard and get her through every violent storm with her life still intact, he'd see her through the transition into her palace home.”
Valerie Howard

“Adelaide remembered the first storm Justinius had seen her through. She had seen many storms since then, some milder than others, some worse than the first, and the Prince had been with her, comforting her and protecting her life through each wail of the wind and each crash of thunder. If he could free her from the slave yard and get her through every violent storm with her life still intact, he'd see her through the transition into her palace home.”
Valerie Howard in Avalon

“There is no force in Earth or Heaven above,
No, not even the damned of Hell can stop relentless Love. ---Kari, The Valkyrie, Chapter Sixteen,
Valley of the Damned Epic Martial Poem/Allegory”
douglas m laurent

“There is no force in Earth or Heaven above,
No, not even the damned of Hell can stop relentless Love.

---Kari, The Valkyrie, Chapter Sixteen,
Valley of the Damned Epic Martial Poem/Allegory”
douglas m laurent

Ken Liu
“The calf is capable of walking quite well now," Dazu said. "He never stumbles."

"But I told you to carry him back here," the teacher said. "The first thing a soldier must learn is to obey orders."

Every day, the calf grew a little heavier, and every day, Dazu had to struggle a little harder. He would collapse, exhausted, when he finally got to the ranch, and the calf would bound out of his arms, glad to be able to walk on his own and stretch out.

When winter rolled around again, Médo handed him a wooden sword and asked him to strike as hard as he could at the practice dummy. Dazu looked with distaste at the crude weapon with no edge, but he swung obediently.

The wooden dummy fell in half, cut clean through. He looked at the sword in his hand with wonder.

"It's not the sword," his teacher said. "Have you looked at yourself lately?" He brought Dazu to stand in front of a brightly polished shield.

The young man could hardly recognize the reflection. His shoulders filled the frame of the mirror. His arms and thighs were twice as thick as he remembered, and his chest bulged over his narrow waist.

"A great warrior trusts not his weapons, but himself. When you possess true strength, you can deal a killing blow even if all you have is a blade of grass.

"Now you're finally ready to learn from me. But first, go thank the calf for making you strong.”
Ken Liu, The Grace of Kings

K.A. Gunn
“The Told shone brightly. They truly stood out among the Inhabitants for their life and love, and the power to rebrand words went with them. They employed every type of literary term to form new passages of powerful change, and they rose above the tendency to write about the mundane or the antics of the Untold.”
K.A. Gunn, The Book of Told: Mere Words

Zechariah Barrett
“It's terrible to have to fear that your powers will activate at any given moment. Especially when you draw close to people... and find that your only choice is to pull away. It's overwhelming when you find a time, a person, with which there's nothing to fear.”
Zechariah Barrett

“A Lie is something like the truth, but the truth is not like a Lie.”
Dan Raper

“I’m Temple Claybourne, an upright, warm-blooded hairy mammal, Caucasian, skidding into my fourth decade of existence, the progeny of meat-eating Anglo-Saxon tribal chieftains, left-handed, flat of foot, with low cholesterol and a predictably receding hairline, carrying a zero debt load, a nervous driver, nervous in crowds, nervous around women, hungry with curiosity, a collector of comforting, unnecessary things.”
Loyd Boldman, The Gravity Addict

Dan Wells
“- Szóval képzeld el, hogy a városban mindenki más elmehet a piacra, megveheti, amit akar, és megsütheti a kenyerét... csak úgy, hipp-hopp. Bármikor, bármennyi kenyeret. De te nem. Neked be kell vetned a saját meződet, és meg kell növesztened a saját búzádat, hogy aztán betakaríthasd, és feldolgozhasd. Meg kell építened a saját sütődet kőből vagy agyagból vagy mit tudom én, miből építették annak idején, és fel kell nevelned a saját fáidat, hogy legyen mit tűzifává vágnod, és még a saját kovászodat is el kell készítened egy... a franc tudja, miből...
- Éhen halnánk - vágott közbe Regina.
- Így van. Az egész életedet két vekni kenyér, mindössze két darab kenyér elkészítésével töltenéd, és azok jelentenének neked mindent.”
Dan Wells, Over Your Dead Body

Faye Fite
“Wood and fabric, a symbol of a time long gone. That was not where Masiah dwelled. Not in a temple. Not high up in the oasis hills, as some claimed. If he dwelled anywhere at all, it was not in this forsaken oasis.”
Hannah Heath, Colors of Fear

Ward Tanneberg
“A writer’s highest calling: to listen well, write creatively, teach to influence, stir the glowing embers of their peers, and leave the Light on for the next generations.”
Ward Tanneberg