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metaphorformetaphor:

The grief of absence is the only bread I eat.

―Robert Bly, from "Tightening the Cinch" in My Sentence Was a Thousand Years of Joy: Poems. Harper Perennial, 2006

Green in nature is one thing, green in literature another.

—    Virginia Woolf
Orlando 

He was careful to avoid meeting anyone.

—    Virginia Woolf
Orlando 

..this clumsiness is often mated with a love of solitude.

—    Virginia Woolf
Orlando 

He did not know whether he had heard her, tasted her , seen her, or all three together.

—    Virginia Woolf
Orlando