Quotes About Story

You can't completely control the sport - Tiger Woods comes close. The test is against yourself and nature's own way. I find golf a particularly good metaphor for this story.

The memory came faint and cold of the story I might have told, a story in the likeness of my life, I mean without the courage to end or the strength to go on.

The strength of a story is that it stays with people and it gives an opportunity for that story to connect with people where the Holy Spirit intends for it to do so.

If my life was a movie, no one would believe it.

We all know that Social Security is one of this country's greatest success stories in the 20th century.

And in reality, I don't think it's a real documentary. It's more a story of her life. It's a story of survival. It's a story of the time in which she lived. The story of success and failure.

I have decided to fight for my country, because we have build a success story in Guanajuato, with real results and more yet to come in the next two years.

Pablo Escobar is one of the great stories of all time. It's a bizarre, dark version of success.

The success of the movie industry comes from the story. And the story comes from somebody putting something down on paper.

Success is really when you create a space, a piece of art, and people come in and say, that's my story - when they claim it.

History is a novel whose author is the people

Dialogue should simply be a sound among other sounds, just something that comes out of the mouths of people whose eyes tell the story in visual terms.

Una storia è come la vita senza le parti noiose.

Listen, and you'll hear a story being told, one you may need to know.

When you have a sister, someone knows the story of who you were and who you would always be.

There is the outside of a story, and there is the inside of a story, he told me as we sat in his library one afternoon. One is the fruit and may be delicious, but the other is the seed.

What people called the truth seemed worthless to her; what was it but a furtive, bruised story to convince yourself life was worth living.

a man always revealed his own inner story in his actions and expressions. A man's past deeds foretold his future and allowed anyone with half a brain to divine the path he would take.

There is the outside of a story, and the inside of a story... One is the fruit and may be delicious, but the other is the seed.

She is surrounded by stalks of dahlias, orange and yellow and pale red, with leaves so big you could write your life story on each one. She looks like a flower in the garden, just like her mother said.

By the time spring had fully bloomed, he would be flying. He would never be far from the girl who had been born on a snowy day, whose father had come home from the sea so that he could tell her every story he knew, whose sister took her in her arms to read to her, whose mother would teach her all she needed to know.

The story became a cloud, and the cloud a sheet of rain, and rain fell throughout the empire.

It was too much for them, it was a story they had forgotten a long time ago, when they were thirteen and became men and locked their emotions away so they might navigate the cruelty of the world.

Who can you trust if not your sister? Who knows your story better than she?