Quotes About Stories

Cat people, you see, don't just have cats; they're somewhere between somewhat and fully obsessed with those cats. You can identify cat people sometimes by the fact that their friends can't help but know the names of their cats for the simple reason that cat people are always telling stories about these cats.

For anyone to understand a regime like the GDR, the stories of ordinary people must be told. Not just the activists or the famous writers. You have to look at how normal people manage with such things in their pasts.

Le rire énorme de cette femme, ce travail débile chez Touclean, la Bredart, les histoires abracadabrantes de Carine, les engueulades, les cigarettes échangées, la fatigue physique, leurs fous rires imbéciles et leurs méchantes humeurs quelquefois, tout cela l'aidait à vivre. L'aidait à vivre, oui.

Over the past few decades many kinds of scholars have shown that allowing only human protagonists into our stories is not just ordinary human bias. It is a cultural agenda tied to dreams of progress through modernization.

Now Rosie smiled to herself as she gazed around her at the bustle of human traffic around the station, each person with their own story, their own dreams. She had done all right. She'd come a long way. Her mother and father would have been proud.

As long as we tell our urban ancestors' stories, no city is ever lost. They live on, in our imaginations and on our public lands, as a promise that no matter how terrible things get, humans always try again.

Human females, they're kind of crazy during this time aren't they? If you chose to believe the stories written by male writers. They heard a bang and thump from the kitchen. Followed by Meg yelling at something. That many males can't be wrong.

The other thing I realized by the end of the evening was that humans and the Others did have one thing in common—we both had a love for, and fascination with, stories. I learned that every form of terra indigene had its own teaching stories as well as stories that were the repository of their history and connection to the world. And they all had stories that were told for the fun of it.

Human females. They're kind of crazy during this time, aren't they?" "If you choose to believe the stories written by male writers," Vlad replied. They heard a bang and thump from the kitchen, followed by Meg yelling at something. Simon sighed. "That many males can't be wrong.

We know how it ends practically before it starts. That's why stories appeal to us. They give us the clarity and simplicity our real lives lack.

Myths are stories about people who become too big for their lives temporarily, so that they crash into other lives or brush against gods. In crisis their souls are visible.

Living your life is a long and doggy business. . . . And stories and books help. Some help you with the living itself. Some help you just take a break. The best do both at the same time.

If we trace these stories back through the centuries, we find how weak their foundations actually are. In fact, they are based on one or two contemporary pieces of propaganda and a prodigious amount of plagiarism. From there we have our modern story of tulipmania.

Heroic origin stories and polemical counterstories may give us momentary emotional satisfaction by inviting us to despise cartoonish renderings of our perceived rivals and enemies. The price we all pay, though, is tunnel vision, mutual recrimination, and stalemate. For the sake not just of the science but of all the suffering people whom the science should be serving, it is time for us all to learn and to tell better, more honest stories.

You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.

We all like stories that make us cry. It's so nice to feel sad when you've nothing in particular to feel sad about.

It's all going to be okay. She would like to hear that now, even if it was a lie. Because some lies are beautiful. Stories do not tell you that.

Now, the world is more than it seems to be. You know this, of course, because you read stories. You understand that there is the surface and then there are all the things that glimmer and shift underneath it. And you know that not everyone believes in those things, that there are people—a great many people—who believe the world cannot be any more than what they can see with their eyes. But we know better.

Now, the world is more than it seems to be. You know this, of course, because you read stories.

Stanford, Larry. Wicked Newport: Sordid Stories from the City by the Sea. Charleston,

Mon père est entré dans la catégorie des gens simples ou modestes ou braves gens. Il n'osait plus me raconter des histoires de son enfance. Je ne lui parlais plus de mes études.

meer dan ooit zou ze nu vat willen krijgen op het licht dat spoelt om inmiddels vergane gezichten en tafellakens overladen met verdwenen voedsel, het licht dat al aanwezig was in de verhalen tijdens zondagse familie-etentjes uit de kindertijd en dat onverpoosd op de dingen is blijven neerdalen zodra ze tot het verleden gingen behoren, een licht van vroeger.

There are some stories you can't hear enough. They are the same every time you hear them. But you are not. That's one reliable way of understanding time.

It's a privilege to tell stories on film. It can be a great community to live a professional life. All of us that do this work should feel very grateful that we can.