Quotes About Tale

This surrender, by a man of the Enlightenment and a man of truly revolutionary and democratic temperament, is another reminder that history is a tragedy and not a morality tale

History is more of a tragedy than it is a morality tale.

Heroes tend to gain improbable strength when their tale is told over and over again.

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Now more than ever she struck him like a fairy in a tale—a haunted one with shadowed eyes and a sting like a scorpion.

And I'm a cautionary tale! Look at me. Lazlo did. He saw a soft, stooped creature of a man whose dandelion-fluff hair, beard, and brows encroached upon his face to such a degree that only his sharp little nose and round spectacles showed.

As if this whole place were a story about her.

A tale is a funny thing, and even when it's your own and you have a quill in your hand you must be careful where you touch it.

But a quill on paper was different from a stick on the bottom of a stream or a fingertip on my forearm. Its scratch was like the dry sparking of a flint and a page with fresh marks on it like a blazing porcupine. A tale written down must be like that , I thought. It must be like the block of wood of the body sprouting tiny tongues of fire and who knows where the next one will rise and burn.

Very well, you do so love rules! I shall make some up for you on the spot, so that my little moppet is not forced to wander the world in a soup of stories without laws. A tale may have exactly three beginnings: one for the audience, one for the artist, and one for the poor bastard who has to live in it.

But no one may know the shape of the tale in which they move. And, perhaps, we do not truly know what sort of beast it is, either. Stories have a way of changing faces. They are unruly things, undisciplined, given to delinquency and the throwing of erasers. This is why we must close them up into thick, solid books, so they cannot get out and cause trouble.

Of course, we would like to tell her which. But no one may know the shape of the tale in which they move. And, perhaps, we do not truly know what sort of beast it is, either. Stories have a way of changing faces. They are unruly things, undisciplined, given to delinquency and the throwing of erasers. This is why we must close them up into thick, solid books, so they cannot get out and cause trouble.

This included the famous tale Cavalleria rusticana, later adapted by Verga for the theatre, this adaptation then being used as the basis for the libretto of Mascagni's opera.

STORY" is more than half of the word "HISTORY". And that's no accident.

I'll tell you, but it's a whole book.

'Twas Christmas broach'd the mightiest ale; 'Twas Christmas told the merriest tale; A Christmas gambol oft could cheer The poor man's heart through half the year.

Along through the book I have distributed a few anachronisms and unborn historical incidents and such things, as to help the tale over the difficult places. This idea is not original with me; I got it out of Herodotus. Herodotus says, "Very few things happen at the right time, and the rest do not happen at all: the conscientious historian will correct these defects."

not stories, but histories. For this too I learned, that a storyteller's tale may end, but history goes on always.

Is it not the business of the conductor to convey to the public in its dramatic form the central idea of a composition; and how can he convey that idea successfully if he does not enter heart and soul into the life of the music and the tale it unfolds?

The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown. These facts few psychologists will dispute, and their admitted truth must establish for all time the genuineness and dignity of the weirdly horrible tale as a literary form.

History is story, too. You don't encounter her directly; you've only heard of her through narrative of one sort or another.

Oh! once the harp of InnisfailWas strung full high to notes of gladness;But yet it often told a taleOf more prevailing sadness.

It's not a thrilling tale of adventure or the kind of fairy-tale romance portrayed in movies, but it felt like divine intervention.

The teller of the tale is nothing compared to the tale itself.