Quotes About Recounting

the happening and the telling are very different things. This doesn't mean that the story isn't true, only that I honestly don't know anymore if I really remember it or only remember how to tell it.

He said all I could do was tell them, so that is what I did, I told them all the long the short and the tall

The humor, however, was a bit more in the recounting than in the actual living through it. Unfortunately, this resistance to taking lithium is played out in the lives of tens of thousands of patients every year.

A man is always a teller of tales, he lives surrounded by his stories and the stories of others, he sees everything that happens to him through them; and he tries to live his life as if he were recounting it.

People obtain psychological release through the simple process of recounting their grievances to an attentive audience.

As a community organizer who holds a degree in history, I understand the fascination with history. However, there is a tendency for many of us to get engrossed in the recounting of our history, which often amounts to purely intellectual activity without material action.

What's more, when we recount an experience to someone, the act of recounting it changes the memory of it. So if we reshape the story a bit each time—omitting inconvenient facts, exaggerating convenient ones—we can, over time, transform our actual belief about what happened. Which presumably makes it easier to convince others that our story is true.

It does not matter how the facts occur in life. It matters how they are told.

I DON'T KNOW how it is best to put this thing down – whether it would be better to try and tell the story from the beginning, as if it were a story; or whether to tell it from this distance of time, as it reached me from the lips of Leonora or from those of Edward himself.

I'm thinking I don't know what I'd possibly write about in a journal," I told him, even though I knew what he intended. But I'd spent so much time in other windowless rooms, recounting the details of that night at the church for a white-haired detective and a haggard-looking assistant district attorney, that I felt no desire to do it again.

They come about through confusing the two kinds of truth telling: the declaration of opinion and principle and the recounting of history.

History existed to be retold, with more panache but not necessarily greater accuracy.

Almost every day, my students would recount such stories. We laughed over them, and later felt angry and sad, although we repeated them endlessly at parties and over cups of coffee, in breadlines, in taxis. It was as if the sheer act of recounting these stories gave us some control over them; the deprecating tone we used, our gestures, even our hysterical laughter seemed to reduce their hold over our lives.

Le seguí la corriente, claro, como se les sigue la corriente a todos los borrachos del mundo cuando empiezan a contar sus historias de borrachos.

I've already told so many people my stories.

I should like to tell you again of my bitter troubles so that mutually, by recounting our grief, we can lighten each other's sorrow.

place of being except in the telling only and there it lives and makes its home and therefore we can never be done with the telling.

After the fighting is done, and even when it's still happening, apologies are often needed for the recounting of bare facts. Sometimes bare facts feel unpatriotic.

The truth never shines forth, as the saying goes, because the only truth is that which is known to no one and which remains untransmitted, that which is not translated into words or images, that which remains concealed and unverified, which is perhaps why we do recount so much or even everything, to make sure that nothing has ever really happened, not once it's been told.

A man is always a teller of stories (...) and he tries to live his life as if he were recounting it

This is what fools people: a man is always a teller of tales, he lives surrounded by his stories and the stories of others, he sees everything that happens to him through them; and he tries to live his life as if he were recounting it.

This is what I thought: for the most banal even to become an adventure, you must (and this is enough) begin to recount it. This is what fools people: a man is always a teller of tales, he lives surrounded by his stories and the stories of others, he sees everything that happens to him through them; and he tries to live his own life as if he were telling a story.

Then Moses recounted to his father-in-law all that the LORD had done to Pharaoh and the Egyptians for Israelís sake, all the hardships they had encountered along the way, and how the LORD had delivered them.