Home of the Brave- Figurative Language By Nidianny Grullon
Simile
Metaphor
Idiom
Personification
Imagery
"On the floor lie blanket and pillows like gentle dunes." p. 34
"I run my hands over covers softer than a new calf's coat."p. 34
"Still, though he would peck at me like a sharp-beaked bird."p. 38
"Sometimes, to me, the hole can be as real and solid as a boulder or a tree."p. 39
"My belly leaps like a monkey on a tree." p.63
“I smother the thought like an ember near dry grass.” p.68
"The stories would lift me up, word like a breeze beneath butterfly wings,....."p. 64
"Inside my school the floor shines like ice."p.67
"Waiting in a big windowed room is a woman with black hair that dances and eyes that tell jokes.”p. 67
"He pushes a tiny stick on the wall and the room turns to night, then blinks awake."p.23
"In my old home, my real home, the sun gave us light and the stars watched us sleep."p. 24
"I can hear the cold box humming."p. 124
"Only the snow talks."p. 58
"And just as Dave promised, the not-dead trees had been teasing me."p. 189
“I can’t leave you, I say, or think I say, for my voice is swallowed by the roaring night.”p. 199
“I don’t want to be in a place where my words taste wrong in my mouth.”p. 204
“Hannah says I am cutting of my nose to spite my face.”p. 183
“We wait a while longer, then Ganwar dives back into the traffic.”p. 230
“The kids will eat you alive.”p. 60
“In camp, I say, they called America heaven on earth.”p. 25
“We are in the middle of a sea of cars.”p.231
“For a while, you are a fish in a warm, pretending lake.”p. 190
“The sun is a steady hand on our shoulder.”p. 228
“I try to understand, but all I hear is a river of words, rushing and thundering pushing me beneath the surface.”p. 54
"He pretends to shiver to paint a picture for his words."p. 24
"Their leaves stop hiding and over my head they weave a cool roof of green."p. 189
"We take the bus to a swimming hole shaped like a giant brick. It is filled with blue water and laughing children."p. 190
"The icy air kicks at my chest."p. 58