Quotes About Story

It was several years later that Mrs. Wallis told me the story of her philanthropy, which was always personal and individual rather than as part of an organization. She never appeared in the photos of the women's committee of this or that charity. She did her good works alone and quietly, although her obituary would be headed: "Angel of Hollywood.

It is a foolish thing to make a long prologue, and to be short in the story itself.

I gotta tell you, I am loving this yada yada thing. I can gloss over my whole life story.

Thank God for dirty dishes, they have a tale to tell; while others may go hungry, we're eating very well.

There were twa sisters sat in a bour;Binnorie, O Binnorie!There came a knight to be their wooer,By the bonnie milldams o' Binnorie.

A story is the shortest distance between a human being and truth.

A story is the shortest distance between a human being and the truth.

The more occupied we are in the things of God, the more likely we priests are to forget what God is all about—and the more complacent we're likely to become. That's the story of Jesus. Who do you think got rid of Jesus? The priests—who else? The religious people. That's the terror of the Gospel, see?

Anna remembers something Licinius said: that a story is a way of stretching time.

Does it matter? In memory, in story, in the end, we can remake our lives any way we need. To be surprised, truly and utterly surprised by what came into your life - this, Winkler was learning, was the true gift.

But what was family? Surely more than genes, eye color, flesh. Family was story: truth and struggle and retribution. Family was time. If he had learned anything it was the family was not so much what you were given as what you were able to maintain.

It was wrong and impossible and illicit and yet each minute with the boy was a gift, a scene from a story he could not leave.

that a story is a way of stretching time.

?????, he wrote, mýthos, a conversation, a tale, a legend from the darkness before the days of Christ. "Some stories," she says, "can be both false and true at the same time.

Volkheimer is gone; there are stories that he has become a fearsome sergeant in the Wehrmacht. That he led a platoon into the last town on the road to Moscow. Hacked off the fingers of dead Russians and smoked them in a pipe.

But this was just a story they told to comfort themselves.

He understands that people will want to hear something, but not the truth: they'll want a story of perseverance and pluck, good overcoming evil, a homecoming song about a hero who brought light into dark places.

Today, he says, they will work on ?????, mýthos, which means a conversation or something said, but also a tale or a story, a legend from the time of the old gods, and he is explaining how it's a delicate, mutable word, that it can suggest something false and true at the same time, when his attention frays.

Several do math on their fingers. Then they raise their hands as one. "Can we see it?" "No." "Not even open the first door?" "No." "Have you seen it?" "I have not." "So how do you know it's really there?" "You have to believe the story." "How much is it worth, Monsieur? Could

Aethon doesn't read to the end of the book?" "That's how he writes his story on the tablets," says Rachel. "How they get buried in the tomb with him. Because he doesn't stay in Cloud Cuckoo Land. He chooses… What's the word, Mr. Ninis?

But what was family? Surely more than genes, eye color, flesh. Family was story: truth and struggle and retribution. Family was time.

The first good news for all of us, the first joyful story of our lives, is that there is a story at all, and an Author who has loved us into being.

He told an amusing story against himself about an incident on his journey home, a reminder that his thirst for recognition was redeemed by an endearing sense of the ridiculous.

the myth was a tenacious plant