Quotes About Tales

our literature has fallen upon evil days...Read the latest book. What do you find? Simple anecdotes: murder, suicide and accident stories copied right out of the newspaper, tiresome sketches and wormy tales, all written in a colourless style and containing not the faintest outlook on life nor an appreciation of the human nature.

Rumors are like pigeons. They fly everywhere and make a mess wherever they go.

As you travel around Slovenia, Think of the tales the hills could tell you. Share the awe of natural wonder; Tread the trails, but as you wander Honor the age-old endeavors to be Literate, informed, democratic and free.

After that, of course, though he recovered later, nobody was about to believe any tales he had to tell about little live men.

All lovely tales we have heard or read; An endless fountain of immortal drink, Pouring unto us from heaven's brink.

But of course: our stories had many characters. Great Perseus or modest Peleus. Heracles or almost-forgotten Hylas. Some had a whole epic, others just a verse.

And, as with all retold tales that are in people's hearts, there are only good and bad things and black and white things and good and evil things and no in between anywhere.

The ship started a school of fliers that skipped along the wave tops like shining silver coins. These are the ghosts of treasures ost at sea, the cook went on, the murder things, emeralds and diamonds and gold; the sins of men, committed for them, stick to them and make them haunt the ocean. Ah! It's a poor thing if a sailor will not make a grand tale about it. Henry pointed to a great tortoise asleep on the surface. And what is the tale of the turtles? He asked. Nothing; only food...

And the people listened, and their faces were quiet with listening. The story tellers, gathering attention into their tales, spoke in great rhythms, spoke in great words because the tales were great, and the listeners became great through them.

And, as with all retold tales that are in people's hearts, there are only good and bad things and black and white things and good and evil things and no in-between anywhere.

For Hell and the foul fiend that rules God's everlasting fiery jails (Devised by rogues, dreaded by fools), With his grim, grisly dog that keeps the door, Are senseless stories, idle tales, Dreams, whimseys, and no more.

Men fear death as children fear to go in the dark; and as that natural fear in children is increased by tales, so is the other.

Life is like a book. Each day is a new page. May your book be a bestseller with adventures to tell, lessons to learn and tales of good deeds to remember.

This is a story that could only have taken place in the tropics, where the climate draws sea rovers, pirates, and desperadoes from all corners of the world. They come and go, these adventurers, bedazzled and dazzling, and they leave women behind, lovers, who repeat outlandish tales, murmuring to themselves unheard, and if heard, not believed ...

I believe that culture begins in the cradle . . .To do without tales and stories and books is to lose humanity's past, is to have no star map for our future.

It's in battle we get our warrior hearts, not when we sit listening to tales about war.

The old man's eyes are unpolished sapphires, and, in the haze of a thousand years of incense burned, he tells me tales of Canaletto, of Guardi and Titian and Tiepolo. He speaks of them as though they are his confidants, the fellows with whom he sups on Thursday nights. He says life is a search for beauty and that art dissolves loneliness. His and mine, I think. I am not alone. I am a wanderer in a blue felt cloche, come to Venice to stitch together her fantasies.

Hello. I'm Leonard Nimoy. The following tale of alien encounters is true. And by true, I mean false. It's all lies. But they're entertaining lies. And in the end, isn't that the real truth? The answer is: No." --Leonard Nimoy

Many tales are told of what he witnessed on his journey, of the Desert of Dried-Up Tears, of the Vale of the Lost Shape, and other places besides.

Dragons in History by Eleanor Lock (Border Press, London, 1999)

I've got lots more stories to tell.

Don't talk me about religion! Don't talk me about tales for children! Be serious! Trust science, because only the science can save you!

The beliefs of your country mostly become your own beliefs! Not the reason but the empty tales shape you!

Nas ondas estão escritas mil estórias, dessas de embalar as crianças do inteiro mundo.