Quotes About Stories

I learned that books could be collected, that they were important enough to keep and that a story that seemed to be over could be part of a bigger one.

He wondered whether growing up was learning that most stories turned out to be lies.

My tattoos are like a scrapbook of my life. Sometimes you don't feel comfortable in your own skin, so covering it up with pictures helps

Certainly going back to Sherlock Holmes we have a tradition of forensic science featured in detective stories.

What I offer in this book are stories of hanging in, the practice-based evidence from working with our most challenging students,

the leadership industry also has its share of quacks and sham artists who sell promises and stories, some true, some not, but all of them inspirational and comfortable, with not much follow-up to see what really does work and what doesn't.

to change the world of work and leadership, we need to get beyond the half truths and self-serving stories that are so prominent today.

There are many stories locked into our genes. Some of these are health tragedies while others are health miracles.

Gentle, inspired, authentic, stories will outsell' hard sell' any day.

The Universe requests the honor of your presence at the raging cosmic bender through time, space, and infinite possibility otherwise known as your one and only life. What are you bringing to the party: your drab old pile of sob stories or your dancing shoes?

the people grew tired of this little gossip. Fathers looked at their children and thought: "They are not learning much. What will make them brave and wise? What will teach them to love their country and old Norway? Will not the stories of battles, of brave deeds, of mighty men, do this?

If I programmed my own TV network, it would air good news! Just positive stories. Heroic stories. Cute puppy dogs doin' stuff.

It has been said, "History is written by the victors." I take this to mean we can make ourselves victorious by writing, and then rewriting our own stories. In a country and culture so dominated by media, by the manipulation of words and stories, telling the tales of people whose stories historically have not been told is a radical act and I believe an act that can change the world and help rewrite history.

People need stories...we use stories to teach, to learn, to make sense of the world around us. As long as we need stories, we will need books.

Well, it seems to me that there are books that tell stories, and then there are books that tell truths... The first kind, they show you life like you want it to be. With villains getting what they deserve and the hero seeing what a fool he's been and marrying the heroine and happy endings and all that... But the second kind, they show you life more like it is... The first kind makes you cheerful and contented, but the second kind shakes you up.

Why do you write?' Because I love words and stories so much. Because I would be grief stricken every day of my life if I couldn't write. Because I'm obsessed and compelled. Because I'd be utterly useless at anything else.

Life can be so difficult, and stories help us escape those difficulties. It's all right to lose yourself in one

Tea and biscuits aren't as tempting as stories, not for a bookworm

The problem is - we own our lives, sure. But our lives don't belong only to us. And yet, we are here to tell our stories in this way to make sense of our lives. So how do you tell a story when you know that telling it will bring other people sorrow? Is it better, in the end, to just be silent?

I am being as honest with myself as possible, which is harder than it sounds. Who wouldn't rather write down pretty things and pretend they are the truth?' "My photos are a way of telling stories but without the pressure of all those words. I used to think of them as a way to capture everything that's good. Everything my life wasn't. but now I take pictures of all of it: the sad, the disturbing, the ugly.

So they're fake? No, no. Stories are a different kind of true.

of the emperor whose gorgeous clockwork bird had seized up in the end; on his deathbed he'd called for the dark-feathered nightingale, knowing he never should have chosen a shiny substitute, because nothing but her real song could save him now. Was there any music that would bring back memories once they were lost in the fog? What were we, once our stories had drifted off like smoke?

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D'Arvit,' he blurted, shocked that Artemis's stories had been, in fact, historical rather than fictional. Sister Jeronima mistook the blurt for a sneeze. 'Bless you, chico,' she said. 'The night air is cool.' Myles did not bother to correct her, because an explanation would be difficult, considering that the word D'Arvit was a fairy swear word, according to Artemis's fairy tales.