Quotes About Unfolding

I like to be surprised. Fresh implications and plot twists erupt as a story unfolds. Characters develop backgrounds, adding depth and feeling. Writing feels like exploring.

When you do your part, life just unfolds in ways that are so much better than you would have dreamed up on your own.

It's almost sickening now that the regulators 'on the beat' while the biggest credit collapse in modern financial history unfolded are now patting themselves on the back for their 'brave' stance on short-selling!

Creation never ceased on the sixth evening, it occurs to the young man. Creation unfolds around us, despite us and through us at the speed of days and nights. And we call it love.

Men are like trees: each one must put forth the leaf that is created in him.

The warrior comes to knowledge fully prepared to die, and thus circumvents all possible pitfalls. Being prepared for the worst, the warrior cannot be surprised, because he is not expecting to live. Facing death, the warrior cuts out all unnecessary acts; therefore his fate unfolds smoothly.

To stop the world is a superb act of magic. Once a warrior has accomplished this feat he is a free being with power at his command, and thus his destiny begins to unfold in the most marvellous and miraculous way.

I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let... lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may.

Nothing ever begins. There is no first moment; no single word or place from which this or any other story springs.

I feel a thousand capacities spring up in me.

And I still have other smothered memories, now unfolding themselves into limbless monsters of pain.

Impeachment is not just another form of political combat; it's an emergency measure meant to save the democratic foundation on which all other politics unfold.

So many lives she would never know all unfolding behind those doors.

Progressive revelation views the Bible not as a textbook on theology but as the continually unfolding revelation of God given by various means throughout the successive ages.

This is happening.

A world, a glimmer or a flower? Glimmering and trembling, trembling and unfolding, a breaking light, an opening flower, it spread in endless succession to itself, breaking in full crimson and unfolding and fading to palest rose, leaf by leaf and wave of light by wave of light, flooding all the heavens with its soft flushes, every flush deeper than the other.

As Sausage recounted it in the basement that night, it was as if her own future were being revealed, unrolling itself before her like a carpet, one whose design and weave changed as it stretched out ahead.

You are an endless project...changing, evolving, surprising.

That seems to be the definition of 'novel' for me: a story that hasn't yet discovered a way to be brief.

A dream house unfolding at some magical juncture of the past and the future, bypassing the dull, heartbroken, trivial present, born equally out of memory and promise . . .

Perhaps the story now goes on beyond the book.

Perhaps the story in the book is just the lid on the pan; it always stays the same, but underneath there's a whole world that goes on developing and changing like our own.

And the letters on the page tell us only as much as we'd see peering through a keyhole. Perhaps the story in the book is just the lid on a pan: It always stays the same, but underneath there's a whole world that goes on—developing and changing like our own world.

It seemed to my young mind that there was not a day, scarcely an hour, I lived, but that Life was unfolding itself in ever new and ravishing disguises. I had not begun to be in the least tired or afraid of it. Smallest of bubbles I might be, tossing on the great waters, but I reflected the universe.