Quotes About Story

A repeating refrain I wrote for Bones & Ash, the theatrical adaptation of this novel, is the spine upon which the story rests: "We take blood, not life, and leave something in exchange." In order to answer any of the questions the book raises we must take blood—metaphorically speaking. That is, we must learn how to break through the surface, find the deep dangerous place where blood flows without hurting one other, and share all that we know and love in order to survive.

History is the art of making an argument about the past by telling a story accountable to evidence. In the writing of history, a story without an argument fades into antiquarianism; an argument without a story risks pedantry. Writing history requires empathy, inquiry, and debate. It requires forswearing condescension, cant, and nostalgia. The past isn't quaint. Much of it, in fact, is bleak.

History is the art of making an argument about the past by telling a story accountable to evidence.

Story was magic. Magic was story. Memory was also story, disparate events linked together in our mind to create a narrative.

Ricardo's story is evidence of what God will do in response to fervent prayer. No one is beyond his grace. No situation, anywhere on earth, is too hard for God.

Life's like a movie, write your own ending. Keep believing, keep pretending.

In a similar experiment involving reading to fetuses during the two and a half months before birth, DeCasper found the child's heartbeat increased with a new story and decreased with a familiar one.

The story of life is quicker then the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye.

Once, before leaving on vacation, I copied an entire page from an Alice Munro story and left it in my typewriter, hoping a burglar might come upon it and mistake her words for my own. That an intruder would spend his valuable time reading, that he might be impressed by the description of a crooked face, was something I did not question, as I believed, and still do, that stories save you.

This isn't a nice story, and this isn't an easy story. But it is a story about fairies, so feel free to think of it as a fairy story. It's not like you'd believe it anyway.

E assim se passaram pelo menos seis ou seis anos e meio, direitinho deste jeito, sem tirar e nem pôr, sem mentira nenhuma, porque esta aqui é uma estória inventada, e não é um caso acontecido, não senhor.

Recently I heard a 'wise guy' story that I had a party at my home for twenty-five men. It's an interesting story, but I don't know twenty-five men I'd want to invite ta a party.

We can recognize the ego as that part of ourself that lives in our historical past, our story, rather than in the present moment.

in the Greek view, mythos (a "saying" or "story" without rational claim to truth) and history (the empirical search for truth about the past)7 were often indistinguishable;

And here, of course, we come to the one occupation of a female protagonist in literature, the one thing she can do, and by God she does it and does it and does it, over and over and over again. She is the protagonist of a Love Story.

So that's the story of how I committed statutory rape less than twenty-four hours out of prison--on my birthday no less

After all, words are what remain when all the deeds have been done. Words can shatter faith; start a war; change the course of history. A story can make your heart beat faster; topple walls; scale mountains - hey, a story can even raise the dead. And that's why the King of Stories ended up being the King of the gods; because writing history and making history are only the breadth of a page apart.

Let me tell you something straight off. This is a love story, but not like any you've heard. The boy and the girl are far from innocent. Dear lives are lost. And good doesn't win. In some places, there is something ultimately good about endings. In Neverland, that is not the case.

You love me," she said. "That's enough. We love each other." "Yes. Yes, that's true." He smiled. "We are a love story.

You love me," she said. "That's enough. We love each other." "Yes. Yes, that's true." He smiled. "We are a love story.

Studying him, I had time to realize I was scared of him. Spending time with him was like opening a window to get air. I didn't know why he chose me to share his blood with when we were kids. And I supposed that's what happens when someone who awes you also chooses to be insterested in you. You can't help but fear it, and you don't want to let it disappear, and you want to be enough to deserve it. I guessed that was a story as old as time.

How do you explain a zen parable, how explain a mind-bendingly unconventional but logistically correct view of 'reality' in a story? I just try everything I can think up and sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't

Every man has his excuses, and the more vile the man becomes, the more touching the story has to be. What is my story now, I wonder?

What a thrilling story of wartime survival!