Visual Metaphors, Analogies and Similes

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As black as the ace of spades.

Blinking and shaking his head like a guy coming around after a blackout.

Wearing trainers in eye-achingly, unfashionable colours, too gaudy to be seen in a bowling alley.

Darker than a yard down a bear's throat.

There are two ways to spread light: to be the candle, or the mirror that reflects it.

Green is like a fat, very healthy cow lying still and unmoving, only capable of chewing the cud, regarding the world with stupid dull eyes.

Wassily Kandinsky

All men experience equality at death, just as all colours agree in the dark.

The medical receptionist had the eyes of a dead pig.

Thatcher negotiated with the hard, unblinking stare of an eagle.

Her eyes switched to the extreme left as she gave the opposition an icy glare to freeze an eskimo.

All theory is grey, but the golden tree of actual life springs ever green.

J.W. Goethe

Rufus is so short-sighted that he is dazzled by his own green eyes.

The colour of truth is grey.

Dim eyes like car headlights the morning after being left switched on overnight.

The nurse sympathetically scrutinised me with an incest-in-formaldehyde look.

Saskia glared with the dumbness and glossiness of an injured seal.

A feat of astute attention comparable to noting the licence number of the Loch Ness Monster.

All the other spectacle-wearers at the meeting wore fashionable rimless ones ( like Sven-Göran Eriksson ) in an effort to hide their handicap; however, Alan topped them with his thick 1960s Michael Caine bins.

Bright as a Nazi lampshade, giving off no sheen or resonance.

Greyer than a town centre on pension day.

A shirt so vivid it should only be viewed through dark glasses on the south sea island of Puka-Puka.

Once in the shop, Lauren's eyes puppy-leaped from bargain to bargain.

Shane draped himself on the side of the car like a rally driver having his photo taken.

Her sly glance had the flick of a scorpion's tail.

The catwalk commentary was like watching a spaghetti Western where the lips don't match the words.

My bank statement has the look of a threatened species.

He's so pale that he looks like an undertaker started work on him, but was suddenly called away.

The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.

Henry Miller