exaggeration

He was becoming aware that there was no such thing as over-the-top with Lawrence Davenport, as long as you were talking to Lawrence Davenport about Lawrence Davenport.

Mrs Joe was a very clean housekeeper, but had an exquisite art of making her clenliness more umcomfortable and unacceptable than dirt itself. Cleanliness is next to godliness, and some people do the same by their religion.

These days when Christians bicker they exaggerate passion into a legalistic belief and prosperity into a lukewarm belief.

Exaggeration is truth that has lost its temper.

That night she wrote a hasty sketch and showed it to Oliver. "It's all right," he said. "But I'd take out that stuff about Olympian mountains and the Stygian caverns of the mine. That's about used up, I should think.

Humor is the truth wit is an exaggeration of the truth.

There is a kind of gaping admiration that would fain roll Shakespeare and Bacon into one, to have a bigger thing to gape at; and a class of men who cannot edit one author without disparaging all others.

Exaggeration is the kissing cousin of both truth and lie.

Exaggeration is the melodramatic child of truth.

Anything which you have in profusion is poison

May be it is good that we can__ quickly and easily turn the things we imagine into reality because had we had such a talent we would have so exaggerated it!

Dana raised her hand. "I learned about exaggeration," she said. "It was all my teacher ever talked about. We had like ten thousand tests on it, and the teacher would kill you if you didn't spell it right." "That's very good, Dana!" said Mrs. Jewls. "You learned your lesson well.

Love songs are nothing without exaggeration.

A few mad exaggerations, alright, within a couple of days: swear to fucking god, they were like throwing grenades and pulling out all kinds of crazy knackery, it was out of control. Whatever. As if the story, if big enough, reflected glory on the teller.

In solitude every fear, every longing, becomes exaggerated.

let me diefrom having being drunk onindigo skies, my liver...overflowing with stars.

Our sense of history has grown dangerously thin, and our sense of proportion with it.

Some virtues, when they become fashions, also become exaggerated. Just because nobody likes a judgmental attitude does not mean that there isn't a sort of spoiled, self-righteous hypocrisy when one man obsessively commands other men not to judge without knowing the circumstances without himself, too, knowing their circumstances behind their judgments.