Quotes About Stories

But the stories that grow up around a king are strong vines with a fierce grip. They pull life from whatever surfaces they cling to, while the roots, maybe, wither and rot until you cannot find the place from which the seed of the vine has truly sprung. That was my task: to uncover those earliest roots. And he had directed me to the seedbed.

We all know starry-eyed romantics like love stories, but few would argue early and intense exposure to sappy melodrama causes a romantic temperament.

Certe cose succedono una volta sola. A dire la verità, poi, certe cose possono succedere solo nelle favole.

The dead are silenced and the living are speechless.Who's going to tell their stories if I don't?

To get the most out of the relationship you are in, it won't be helpful to listen to the ego's stories about it. They will only bring separation and conflict. Essence would tell a different story about your loved one. It would probably be something like: "This person is in my life for me to love to the best of my ability. Let's see what happens if I do that." As Essence, we are here to serve others and serve life. The ego, on the other hand, is all about serving itself.

Los rostros jóvenes son como esos cuadernos bellamente empastados que venden en las papelerías con las páginas en blanco. Sólo el tiempo pone palabras en los rostros, historias, carácter.

Only meaning can make a difference and we all know there's no meaning. All stories express a desire for meaning, not meaning itself. Therefore any difference knowing the story makes is a delusion.

It's a ridiculous story, of course, but history's full of ridiculous stories. 'You can't make this shit up,' one finds oneself saying, whenever the seemingly prosaic old world lifts the veil on its synchronicities. Meanwhile the seemingly prosaic old world shrugs: Hey, don't ask me. I just work here.

Simultaneously (in the inner voice of a female American cultural studies professor): Only meaning can make a difference and we all know there's no meaning. All stories express a desire for meaning, not meaning itself. Therefore any difference knowing the story makes is a delusion.

The road is messy in the way that real life is messy. It leads us out of denial and into reality, out of theory and into practice, out of caution and into action, out of statistics and into stories—in short, out of our heads and into our hearts.

I've noticed that great political leaders are energized by conflict. I'm energized by listening to people's stories and trying to figure out shared solutions. That's the work of an organizer.

Listening to these stories reminded me of the words of the great Ghanaian novelist Ayi Kwei Armah: "For seasons and seasons and seasons, all our movement has been going against our self, a journey into our killer's desire.

I'm energized by listening to people's stories and trying to figure out shared solutions.

When people ask me why I still have hope and energy after all these years, I always say: Because I travel... Taking to the road — by which I mean letting the road take you — changed who I thought I was. The road is messy in the way that real life is messy. It leads us out of denial and into reality, out of theory and into practice, out of caution and into action, out of statistics and into stories —in short, out of our heads and into our hearts.

It's as if attentive people create a magnetic force field for stor- ies the tellers themselves didn't know they had within them.

Suddenly I guess why he's so angry. All those shows tell the stories of passengers, not drivers. When I ask him, he says, "Exactly! This country thinks people with money are interesting, not people who need money like me.

Stories of the beleaguered Saints and of their suffering and death will be repeated again and again...Stories of their rescue need to be repeated again and again. They speak of the very essence of the gospel of Jesus Christ.

1. Old Testament narratives are not allegories or stories filled with hidden meanings

to train write their stories and read them to the group.

Thank God for dirty dishes, they have a tale to tell; while others may go hungry, we're eating very well.

There are others. There will be others. Other heroes, other heroines. Other prophecies to fulfill, other adversaries to despise. There will be stories told and forgotten, and reinvented anew until one day, perhaps, the oldest are remembered, and the beginning may end, and the ending begin.

In learning about the myths and legends of old, we learn something of ourselves. Stories, Maisie, are never just stories. They contain fundamental truths about the human condition.

And the ending was as she expected it to be . . . and they all lived happily ever after. She wondered about happily ever after. Did it exist only in fairy tales, in stories for children? Or was there hope, really?

Then I let the stories live inside my head, again and again until the real world fades back into cricket lullabies and my own dreams.