Understanding Figurative Language Through Quotations

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Explore the concept of figurative language by analyzing quotations that demonstrate similes, metaphors, and personification. Discover how writers use comparisons to enhance meaning and develop a deeper understanding of literary texts.


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  1. What is figurative language? Knowledge Writers often write about one thing and invite you to compare it to another thing: doing so can develop your understanding of what the writers are discussing. Skills: Read each quotation: identify whether the identified section is a simile, a metaphor, or example of personification. Discuss the quotations: why has the writer made this comparison? How does it develop your understanding? Understanding: You will be able to identify, name, and discuss figurative language!

  2. At the start of each lesson you will be presented with a short passage. A quotation in red has been identified in each one. Write the date and underline it with a ruler. Write a short paragraph, including the identified quotation, where you identify whether it is a simile, a metaphor, or example of personification. Try to also explain what the impact/meaning of the quotation is.

  3. Example Miss Brodie stood at the front of the class in her brown dress like a gladiator with raised arms.

  4. On grey days when the wind howled about the house and rain rattled the slates and pattered down the eaves they told each other stories about Jack, although they had never seen him. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  5. And then the child would touch the catch, and the lid would open, slow as a sunset, and the music would begin to play, and Jack came out. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  6. But it had one terrible drawback, this sweet-shop. The woman who owned it was a horror. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  7. Her name was Mrs. Pratchett. She was a small skinny old hag with a moustache on her upper lip and a mouth as sour as a green gooseberry. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  8. She ran, ran like the devil himself were chasing her, ran like all hell was biting at her ankles. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  9. She threw herself in just as the whirling funnel picked up over her head, and through the crack in the stone she saw her little green bicycle hooked up by the finger of wind and pulled high into its centre. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  10. Nick's gaze was fixed on Mr Evans' mouth. 'That's a rude thing to mention,' he said in a clear, icy voice that made Carrie tremble. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  11. He saw it there, pushing through and twisting its head, saw the wet greasy fur and its mean red eyes. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  12. Whole portions of them however were miraculously left behind bits of men hooked up and hanging there for all to see, like the display in an awful butcher s shop window A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  13. or if there were enough shreds and rags of uniform still attached to the limbs, then it was more like the washing on the line flapping on a Monday morning at home. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  14. Alfred had grown almost used to them being suddenly torn apart and scattered around here and there or falling like rain into the mud. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  15. About ten minutes in and the lake got even rougher. Huge waves battered the front of the boat and I was forced to slow right down. The clouds above me darkened and the boat started to be chucked about like a piece of driftwood. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  16. To my right, the landscape looked rather nightmarish. Back in 2003 a huge fi re laid waste to the forest. Now the stark grey rock is littered with the burnt skeletons of dead trees. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  17. The lake was crazy rough now and I tried to hug the barren, burnt shoreline to get some calmer water. The cliffs loomed over me like predatory giants and I got really freaked out by a weird noise. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  18. The air in the main bar-lounge is unbearably hot and sticky, another harbinger, I suppose, of what lies ahead. Seriously, you could steam broccoli in here. And of course, that makes the place a magnet to flies. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  19. Settling down in a chair on the deck, I watch the sun slide dramatically into the ocean in a tantrum of citrus hues, before finally throwing itself over the horizon. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  20. Its coal-shaft black out there. Ghoulishly, back-of- your-closet black. Convulsing flames in small kerosene lamps distributed among tables in the restaurant do their best to provide occasional golden pockets of reassurance, but it s not enough to make the slightest dent on the monolithic emptiness of the world beyond this one. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  21. With the onset of night, I feel a slight chill skitter across the back of my neck. A fleeting, barely perceptible breath, like the icy touch of winter. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  22. Suddenly, the world Im used to and feel comfortable in - of leafy suburbs, of food stores open around the clock, movie theatres, Starbucks on every corner, my beautiful home - feels like it s in a different galaxy. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  23. A fierce wind scoured our faces, and ice snapped at our heels. The inside of my nose had frozen and icicles were beginning to form on my eyelashes. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  24. And then there they were. Just a glimpse to begin with, they seemed to grow up from the middle of the town itself. It took a moment to dawn: the pyramids. My God, I d ridden my motorbike all the way to the great pyramids of Egypt. Excitement gripped me. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  25. But at least I could do something about my wet clothes and, full of anticipation, I went below to search out some dry ones. It was an impossible job. Every time I put my hand into a locker it came out wet and, as I discovered more and more dripping garments, my heart sank further and further. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  26. The movements of the boat were severe. She would rush at a wave, leap off the top, and then crash down on to the other side, give a quick roll or flip, then rush at another. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  27. Water was streaming over her decks and her motion was as wild as a washing machine s. Like a dirty dishcloth I was spun rinsed, and tumbled about until I should have been whiter than white. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  28. Afterwards I should still have been resting up, but I tried to get back into the game too quickly. I was out for eleven long weeks, getting more and more paranoid, terrified that someone else would take my place on the bench. Once the plaster came off, I started training again like a demon. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  29. The next morning, at 6:00 a.m. exactly, the fish eagles screeched their mocking cry. It was a wonderful way to wake up. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  30. It was as hot as hell and getting hotter. People took refuge in the shade of the buses. We would be heading eastward into the sun and into the glare. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  31. He liked this time of day best after tea, before bed. The air seemed to get grainy as its colour changed from vinegary yellow to candyfloss blue. He could rub it between his fingers like dust and slow time down. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  32. More of the black birds than hed ever seen before rushed overhead and gathered on the lamppost. The orange light hadn t yet switched on but the shadows were growing. He heard nine chimes of the town hall clock. For a moment, the lamppost looked like a tall thin man wearing a large black hat. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  33. Alexander looked at the clock: 6.30, time to get up. Outside, it was beginning to get light. He decided that this was going to be a terrible day, one of those days when it s best to stay in bed because everything is going to turn out bad. There had been a lot of days like that since his mother got sick; sometimes the air in the house felt heavy, like being at the bottom of the sea. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  34. Her canvases, which once were explosions of colour, sat forgotten on their easels, and her oil paints dried in their tubes. His mother seemed to have shrunk. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  35. Anton is standing knee-deep in tea-coloured water. He is covered in a slippery layer of dark- brown mud, like a gleaming otter emerging from a river-bed. The occasional empty bottle of Somerset cider wafts past his legs, carried away by the current. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  36. In one field, a series of tents has lost its moorings in a recent thunderstorm and is floating down the hillside. The tents are being chased by a group of shivering, half-naked people who look like the survivors of a terrible natural disaster. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  37. When I was told that The Sunday Telegraph was sending me to experience Glastonbury for the first time, my initial reaction was one of undiluted horror. Still, I thought, at least the weather was good. England was in the grip of a heat wave. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  38. A coal-mine sends to the surface more waste than coal, and a mining village has to learn to live with it. It must be put somewhere or the mine would close, and it s too expensive to carry it far. So the tips grow everywhere, straddling the hillsides, nudging the houses like black-furred beasts. Almost everyone, from time to time, has seen danger in them, but mostly they are endured as a fact of life. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  39. On the mountain above Aberfan there were seven such tips. The evening sun sank early behind them. To some of the younger generation they had always been there, as though dumped by the hand of God. They could be seen from the school windows, immediately below them, rising like black pyramids in the western sky. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  40. What was not known however was that the newest tip, number 7, was a killer with a rotten heart. It had been begun in Easter 1958, and was built on a mountain spring, most treacherous of all foundations. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  41. At 5,360 metres, base camp is a cheerless place at the best of times, but once the sun has dipped beneath the surrounding ridges, it is like living in a freezer. Shivering with the cold, Salkeld left the mess tent and walked across the ice of the Khumbu glacier towards her tent to find some extra clothing. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  42. At speeds touching 80 to 100 kilometres an hour, the storm whipped into the camp just minutes later, plunging the temperature down by ten to fifteen degrees in as many seconds, ripping into the tents in a blinding fury of driving snow. The storm swept up the southern flanks of Everest engulfing the ice-clad slopes effortlessly in a swirling mantle of hurricane- force winds. Within minutes it had the northern side in its grip and then it rose to take the summit. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

  43. The temperature fell to ten degrees below freezing, then twenty, then thirty degrees below. The wind became a constant, bullying force, pulling guy ropes from the glacier ice, tumbling fully-laden equipment barrels into crevasses and demolishing our canvas mess tent with frightening ease. A B C Simile Personification Metaphor

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