Quotes About Narrative

Because that's what the story's really about: getting out of paying your debts.

We dropped our troubles into the lap of the storyteller, and they turned into someone else's.

In these evenings he sat by our beds weaving folktales like vivid little scarves.

Maybe it's our duty to be shaped a hundred times by the same stories. We think we're telling them but really they're keeping us alive

It is not surprising that in the female narrative [of schizophrenics] the hectoring spirit…who jeers, judges, commands and controls…is almost invariably male. He delivers the running critique of appearance and performance that the woman has grown up with as part of her stream of consciousness.

A girl learns that stories happen to beautiful women, whether they are interesting or not. And, interesting or not, stories do not happen to women who are not beautiful.

I sent the letter to my loved ones and friends. Beginning to be completely devoted to a gathering narrative in which mRNA vaccination was "our way out of this" and the unvaccinated were stubborn disease factories to be ostracized, many friends and loved ones asked me not to send them anything of that nature again. These were judges, journalists, editors — critically thinking people.

In those days I learned that nothing is more frightening than a hero who lives to tell his story, to tell what all those who fell at his side will never be able to tell.

When everyone is determined to present someone as a monster, there are two possibilities: either he's a saint or they themselves are not telling the whole story.

Everything is a tale, Martin. What we believe, what we know, what we remember, even what we dream. Everything is a story, a narrative, a sequence of events with characters communicating an emotional content. We only accept as true what can be narrated.

As it unfolded, the structure of the story began to remind me of one of those Russian dolls that contain innumerable ever-smaller dolls within. Step by step the narrative split into a thousand stories, as if it had entered a gallery of mirrors, its identity fragmented into endless reflections.

Stories have no beginning and no end, only doors through which one may enter them.

They (fables) teach us that human beings learn and absorb ideas and concepts through narrative, through stories, not through lessons or theoretical speeches.

Every paragraph, every sentence, seemed written in a musical key. The narrative drew her eyes through a cadence of timbres and colors that sketched a theater of shadows in her mind. She read without pause for two hours, relishing every sentence and dreading the moment she would reach the end.

Tell our stories to the world, and never forget that we exist so long as someone remembers us.

They teach us that human beings learn and absorb ideas and concepts through narrative, through stories, not through lessons or theoretical speeches. This is what any religious texts teach us. They're all tales about characters who must confront life and overcome obstacles, figures setting off on a journey of spiritual enrichment through exploits and revelations.

Everything is a story, a narrative, a sequence of events with characters communicating an emotional content.

A story has no beginning and no end, only points of entry.

They teach us that human beings learn and absorb ideas and concepts through narrative, through stories, not through lessons or theoretical speeches.

a man who invented his life story day after day.

Y dicho esto con más solemnidad de la que probablemente merece la ocasión, más vale aterrizar a ras de página y pedirle al amigo lector que nos acompañe al cierre de esta historia y nos ayude a encontrar lo más difícil para un pobre narrador atrapado en su propio laberinto: la puerta de salida.

Minden csak mese. Amiben hiszünk, amit ismerünk, amire emlékszünk, sÅ't amirÅ'l álmodunk, az is. Minden csak mese, történet, amelyben események és szereplÅ'k vonulnak fel, és érzelmi tartalmakat közölnek egymással.

Step by step the narrative split into a thousand stories, as if it had entered a gallery of mirrors, its identity fragmented into endless reflections.

Amikor a világ szörnyetegnek fest le valakit, az vagy valóságos szent, vagy elhallgatják a mese másik felét.