Onion Metaphor Quotes

Revolutions are like onions. You peel away layer after layer.

Let's say I've directed that [writing] energy into writing my latest book but suddenly, I really want to write about an onion. I don't say to myself, "No, you have stay on the subject," because I know that the longer I stay on the subject the more boring I get. So, if my mind wants to write about an onion, it might be a deeper way to go into what I'm working on, even though it might seem irrelevant. This is how I've learned to follow my mind.

Government is like an onion. To understand it, you have to peel through many different layers. Most outsiders never get beyond the first or second layer.

You cannot escape where you come from, September. Some part of it remains inside you always, like the slender white heart in the center of the thickest onion.

Mine eyes smell onions: I shall weep anon.

Next to that kid, we all look like onions.

Life is like an onion. You peel it off one layer at a time, and sometimes you weep.

He says I'm a regular onion! I keep him busy peeling away the layers.

Man is like an onion. His potential is exposed one layer at a time until all he is, is known by all.

Life is like an onion: you peel off layer after layer and then you find there is nothing in it.

The next day, she was silent. For breakfast, she murdered an onion and served it raw.

Titchy little snapperwhippers like you should not be higgling around with an old sage and onions who is hundreds of years more than you.

For me, I start at the place that my characters are human. I start at the place that they are onions that are layered and meant to be peeled, just as we as human beings are.

A woman's chastity consists, like an onion, of a series of coats.

Like the layers of an onion, under the first lie is another, and under that another, and they all make you cry.

There is always something taboo, something repressed, unadmitted, or just glimpsed quickly out of the corner of one's eye because a direct look is too unsettling. Taboos lie within taboos, like the skin of an onion.

All we have to do is to peel the shrines like an onion, and we will be with the king himself.