Quotes About Tale

Watch! I called out. I cannot say why I yelled this except that I imagined that if I were witnessed now, I might continue to exist, even if only as a tale the boy thrilled his children with--the scoundrel who stole a ferry and rode it over the falls.

The nutcracker sits under the holiday tree, a guardian of childhood stories. Feed him walnuts and he will crack open a tale...

A memoir is a work of sustained narrative prose controlled by an idea of the self under obligation to lift from the raw material of life a tale that will shape experience, transform the event, deliver wisdom.

The story was the price you paid for the rhythm.

Using "the spy-glass of Anthropology," her work celebrates rather than moralizes; it shows rather than tells, such that "both behavior and art become self-evident as the tale texts and hoodoo rituals accrete during the reading.

The gentle maid, whose hapless tale, these melancholy pages speak; say, gracious lady, shall she fail To draw the tear a down from thy cheek?

A chronicle is very different from history proper.

I have a plot, but not much happens.

And what's romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything as you like it, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose, and it's always daisy-time.

And so they lived many happy years, and the promised tasks were accomplished. Yet long afterward, when all had passed away into distant memory, there were many who wondered whether King Taran, Queen Eilonwy, and their companions had indeed walked the earth, or whether they had been no more than dreams in a tale set down to beguile children. And, in time, only the bards knew the truth of it.

There in seclusion and remote from men The wizard hand lies cold, Which at its topmost speed let fall the pen, And left the tale half told. Ah! who shall lift that wand of magic power, And the lost clew regain? The unfinished window in Aladdin's tower Unfinished must remain!

As in 'The Three Billy Goats Gruff'? The skull howled with laughter. You just got your ass handed to you by a nursery tale ? I wouldn't say they handed me my ass, I said. Bob was nearly strangling on his laughter, and given that he had no lungs it seemed gratuitous somehow. That's because you can't see yourself, he choked out. Your nose is all swollen up and you've got two black eyes. You look like a raccoon. Holding a dislocated ass.

when, if the tale's true, The Pestle of the moon That pounds up all anew Brings me to birth again To find what once I had And know what once I have known, Until I am driven mad

The story had held us, round the fire, sufficiently breathless, but except the obvious remark that it was gruesome, as, on Christmas Eve in an old house, a strange tale should essentially be . . .

It is not the voice that commands the story: it is the ear.

Death, you know, keeps secrets better even than a guilty Roman.

Some were in Gaelic and some in English, used apparently according to which language best fitted the rhythm of the words, for all of them had a beauty to the speaking, beyond the content of the tale itself.

Whether or not you've studied art history, you may have heard some of Vasari's stories—part historical urban legend, part morality tale, his great collective biography spun visual aphorisms that endure to this day.

Who brings a tale takes two away.

Truth is shorter than fiction.

Every life has a beginning, a middle, and an end; dissect history and you'll see the word that defines it as a tale, a narrative.

The monument of death will outlast the memory of the dead. The Pyramids do not tell the tale which was confided to them; the living fact commemorates itself.

When death tells a story yo really have to listen

Was it a miracle? It was as if they had dreamt of a pot of gold and woken to find it on their pillow. As if they had told a tale of a fairy princess and finished it only to find her sitting in a corner of the room, listening.