“The world had changed its attire last spring and what it was wearing now was a perfect fit to what it was deep inside: a controlling old slag who didn't care about anyone’s wishes and ignored everyone who won't live by her rules. Tom was finished with that cunt: the world behind the fogged up windows. He used to live in one of his own: a dirty, but well-protected world that no one had ever entered and everyone who even tried was to get shot before they made it over the threshold. ~ As the moon began to rust” DisappointmentIsolationBitternessWorld QuotesMetaphorsChanges Quotes Author:Sima B. Moussavian
“The past year had shrunk the world. In the hot wash and to be honest, washing it had been a bad idea all along. It should have gotten trashed, instead, given the dirt it had accumulated.” ShrinkingMetaphorsSmall WorldBad Year Book:As the moon began to rust Source: As the moon began to rust
“The past year had shrunk the world. In the hot wash and to be honest, washing it had been a bad idea all along. It should have gotten trashed, instead, given the dirt it had accumulated. ~ As the moon began to rust” DepressionBitternessMetaphorsSmall WorldNovellasBad World Author:Sima B. Moussavian
“Lies with their face on, that’s what promises are. But they can wear as much concealer as they like: it won’t last them through the rain.” PromisesLies QuotesMetaphorsLying QuotesEmpty Promises Book:As the moon began to rust Source: As the moon began to rust
“Lies with their face on, that’s what promises are. But they can wear as much concealer as they like: it won’t last through the rain. ~ As the moon began to rust” Lies QuotesMetaphorsLying QuotesNovellas Author:Sima B. Moussavian
“Sometimes it's hard to tell what derails a train and with life it is the same. ~ As the moon began to rust” Life QuotesMetaphorsMetaphors SimiliesNovellas Author:Sima B. Moussavian
“The wrong things draw you in like the Sunday-sun the eyes. You would stare straight into it and wonder if there is something somewhere out there, other than depressing sunny days and lonely Sundays: something more. When you would take your eyes out of the sun again, you would only see red spots as if the light had forgotten them on your retina and then you would stand around and ponder why your eyes would always wander towards the sun, although you don't want them to and actually know that it does harm. ~ As the moon began to rust” Wasted LifeNovellaMetaphorsMistakes We MakeThe WrongThe Wrong Thing Author:Sima B. Moussavian