Quotes About Stories

I'm the same way about the bookshop. You know, I walk around and I feel the whole world is in there, the most important stories of all time.

Jesus didn't come just to tweak things, but to overthrow the kingdom of this world. We are slow to learn and need more stories to help us catch God's kingdom vision and even to help us make sense of the example Jesus sets for us.

Why is it that no matter how many strong, heroic ezer stories we find in our Bibles...we are never called to this kind of bold proactive living?

I love making up stories. I love getting lost in other worlds and being with other characters. I love the way I think I'm in control and then the characters and stories take on a life of their own. I love how I can incorporate my own faith into the stories I write. Writing is both discovery and creating and with each book I do that. Discover and create. It can be an adventure some days, a nightmare others. I also like that I can do this wearing ugly clothes.

That something extra, I believe, is a certain humanity that comes from upbeat and positive human interest letters and success stories. Advertisers like to be associated with those qualities.

I'd like to feel that an advertiser gets something extra when they advertise with us - a certain humanity that comes from upbeat and positive human interest letters and success stories.

The first syndicating I tried was when two partners and I created a production company in 1952. We wanted to syndicate famous Bible stories and sell them for $25 a show.

and there the stories Of martyrs awed, as Spagnoletto tainted His brush with all the blood of all the sainted.

Um leitor vive mil vidas antes de morrer. O homem que nunca lê vive apenas uma.

Old stories are like old friends, she used to say. You have to visit them from time to time.

They are children, Sansa thought. They are silly little girls, even Elinor. They've never seen a battle, they've never seen a man die, they know nothing. Their dreams were full of songs and stories, the way hers had been before Joffrey cut her fathers head off. Sansa pitied them. Sansa envied them.

old stories are like old friends (...) you have to visit them from time to time.

Sure, I knew the differences between a space opera and a hard-boiled detective story and a historical novel...but I never cared about such differences. It seemed to me, then as now, that there are good stories and bad stories, and that was the only distinction that truly mattered.

I hate your stupid stories." The old woman smiled at him toothlessly. "My stories? No, my little lord, not mine. The stories are, before me and after me, before you too.

No," said Bran. "I haven't. And if I have it doesn't matter. Sometimes Old Nan would tell the same story she'd told before, but we never minded, if it was a good story. Old stories are like old friends, she used to say. You have to visit them from time to time.

One thing all the stories agreed on: King Robert was dead. The bells in the seven towers of the Great Sept of Baelor had tolled for a day and a night, the thunder of their grief rolling across the city in a bronze tide. They only rang the bells like that for the death of a king, a tanner's boy told Arya.

I was a lot better at starting stories than I was at finishing them.

Chi legge vive mille vita prima di morire. Chi non legge mai, ne vive solo una.

Sometimes Old Nan would tell the same story she'd told before, but we bever mindedn if it was a good story. Old stories are like old friends, she use to saym you have to visit them from time to time.

Ein Leser durchlebt tausend Leben, ehe er stirbt", sagte Jojen. "Der Mann, der nie liest, lebt nur sein eigenes.

We had never built, never created, only stolen your garments and lived in your cities and fed ourselves on your life, your vitality, your very blood—but we could create, given a chance, we had it within us to whisper stories of cities of our own. The red thirst has been a curse, has made my race and yours enemies, has robbed my people of all noble aspirations.

Old Nan used to tell stories about knights and their ladies who would sleep in a single bed with a blade in between them for honor's sake, but he thought this must be the first time where a direwolf took the place of the sword.

Bran was relieved . . . but disappointed too. So long as there was magic, anything could happen. Ghosts could walk, trees could talk, and broken boys could grow up to be knights. "But there isn't," he said aloud in the darkness of his bed. "There's no magic, and the stories are just stories." And he would never walk, nor fly, nor be a knight.

Stories wait, my little lord, and when you come back to them, why, there they are