Some more metaphors and phrases I’ve selected from my reading
More than a year ago I gave a list of some of the metaphors and phrases that have stood out for me in my reading — in most cases I’ve greatly admired the vivid description they provide. Here are some more from my collection:
Breathing the smell of the peasants, air and rain and turf and corduroy | James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, p.15 |
Grey muttering faces | Pat Barker, Regeneration, p.5 |
Quivering respect | Pat Barker, Regeneration, p. 220 |
Her soul rusted with that grievance sticking in it | Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway, page 12 |
the curtain yawned in | Richard Flanagan: The Narrow Road to the Deep North, p.146 |
the scream of his solitude | Richard Flanagan: The Narrow Road to the Deep North, p.418 |
Miss Burton . . . with her swift ferocity | Winifred Holtby: South Riding, p.114 |
a leaping cheerful fire | Winifred Holtby: South Riding, p.134
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her face uninhabited by intelligence | Winifred Holtby: South Riding, p.258 |
a froth of cats | Winifred Holtby: South Riding, p.383 |
in a voice that could pickle fish | Karen Joy Fowler: We Are All Completely Beside Ourselves, p.93 |
her blank, shut-in face | description from Virginia Nicholson: Singled Out, p.15 |
pulsing slowly towards the end of his life | Kate Atkinson: A God in Ruins, p.361 |
waves . . . rise with majestic deliberation | Helen Garner: Regions of thick-ribbed ice, p. 23 |
a timpani of copper bottomed kitchen pans | Anna Funder: The Girl with the Dogs, p.16 |
[After the death of his wife] He sputtered forward gamely for some years till retirement | Anna Funder: The Girl with the Dogs, p.18 |
[about an earlier relationship] To speak of it now would be to blow out the private flame, small as a pilot light, of another possible life | Anna Funder: The Girl with the Dogs, p.32 |
the centre of him seemed undisturbed | Toni Jordan: Our Tiny, Useless Hearts, p.48 |
sticky silence | Toni Jordan: Our Tiny, Useless Hearts, p. 215 |