Quotes About Narration

She was tired of sad modern endings. She was tired of modern sadness and ennui. She narrated things calmly and swiftly like and easy-running stream

It's one thing to narrate a story and another thing to execute it.

I understood that he did not see the person he was talking to. He had the drifter's inclination to be impervious to names and faces. These were interchangeable components room to room, country to country. He did not talk so much as narrate. He traced a wavy line, his, and there was usually someone willing to be the random body that he told his stories to.

I regard sports first and foremost as entertainment, so dry documentary narration is not for me.

Words cannot embody; they can only describe.

Cutters read the land like a text. They search the manuscript of the ground for irregularities in its narration. They know the plots and the images by heart. They can see where the punctuation goes. They are landscape grammarians, got the Ph.D. in reading dirt.

Mark Twain decía que movía estados y ciudades completos para que encajaran en su narración. Esa es la licencia que se les da a los novelistas o que ellos se toman por su cuenta.

The more I think of it, the more I find this conclusion impressed upon me, that the greatest thing a human soul ever does in this world is to see something and tell what it saw in a plain way.

My words therefore did not reflect my feelings in the least. If the reader has only a faint impression of this, that is because, as narrator, I describe my feelings to him at the same time as repeating my words. But if I were to hide the former from him so that he heard only the latter, my actions, which corresponded so little to my words, would so often give him the impression of strange changes in direction that he would think me almost mad.

There's a little bit more of a freedom when you're doing radio play-by-play as opposed to television. I prefer the television side of it.

pero el silencio oscuro repite ojalá puedas ojalá puedas contigo y con los otros y además llegues a viejo para narrar con soltura esta hazaña grisácea

Dealing with truth is tough. In a sense, we're all unreliable narrators.

I've more or less finished with the world as narration – the world of novels and films, the world of music as well. I'm now only interested in the world as juxtaposition – that of poetry and painting.

For Trouillot, history is always material; it begins with bodies and artifacts, agents, actors, and subjects. His emphasis on process, production, and narration looks to the many sites where history is produced: the academy, the media, and the mobilization of popular histories by a variety of participants.

Suuri kirjailija on ennen kaikkea kertoja ja kuvaaja. Muista nämä. Suuri kirjailija ei ole koskaan saarnaaja, hosuja tai maailmanparantaja.

Önce hiçbir ?ey yoktu. Bütün evren, kelimesiz bir tekdüzelikten ibaretti. Fakat o s?rada kelime icat edilmedi?i için, bu bölümü anlatam?yoruz.

the world itself demands to be narrated, and only then does it truly exist, only then can it flourish fully. But also that by telling the story of the world, we are changing the world. That is why God created the letters of the alphabet, that we might have the opportunity to narrate to him what he created. Reb Mordke always chuckled at this. "God is blind. Did you not know that?" he would say. "He created us that we would be his guides, his five senses.

Do not leave any unexplained, unnarrated situations, any closed doors; kick them down with a curse, even the ones that lead to embarrassing and shameful hallways you would prefer to forget. Don't be ashamed of any fall, of any sin... He who has not mastered the art of speaking shall remain forever caught in a trap.

that the world itself demands to be narrated, and only then does it truly exist, only then can it flourish fully.

Some report elsewhere whatever is told them; the measure of fiction always increases, and each fresh narrator adds something to what he has heard.

I hear her slip into bed with him, and I hear everything that happens after that. Sex is such a strange and sloppy business, why bother to recount every slurp and moan that ensued? Tom and Honey deserve their privacy, and for that reason I will end my report of the night's activities here. If some readers object, I ask them to close their eyes and use their imaginations.

People lack the talent of listening. They miss the experience of a fascinating law of nature: The moment when a narrator is captivated by his own story.