Quotes About Story

And if you were a spirit, and time did not bind you, and patience and love were all you knew, then there you would wait for someone to return, and the story to unfold.

Taking an idea, a central point, and pursuing it, turning it into a story that tells something about the way we live today, is the essence of narrative journalism.

The socialism. The alternative lifestyle. The rebellion against authority. I like that side of the Jesus story, but all the biggest Christians I know prefer him silent, dying or a little baby.

Memory plays tricks. Memory is another word for story, and nothing is more unreliable." ? Ann-Marie MacDonald, Fall on Your Knees

In a story you had to find a reason, but real life gets on very well without even Freudian motivations.

And to all others in this story profound shooms of lip music brrrrrr. And they can kiss my sharries.

And so farewell from your little droog. And to all others in this story profound shooms of lip-music brrrrr. And they can kiss my sharries. But you, O my brothers, remember sometimes thy little Alex that was. Amen. And all that cal.

The exaggerated dramatic force employed by Umfraville in presenting his narrative made it hard to know what demeanour best to adopt in listening to the story. Tragedy might at any moment give way to farce, so that the listener had always to keep his wits about him.

None of this seemed to be getting us much further so far as Widmerpool was concerned. I waited for development. General Conyers did not intend to be hurried. I suspected that he might regard this narrative he was unfolding in so leisurely a manner as the last good story of his life; one that he did not propose to squander in the telling. That was reasonable enough.

Mrs. Dadds, who was telling a story about her chilblains, brought her narrative to a more or less satisfactory conclusion and paused to regain her breath.

Much of our life is guided by the beliefs we develop over the course of time; the story we create about what life's about, how we're supposed to be, what we're supposed to do or give.

If you want to change your life you have to change your strategy, you have to change your story, and you have to change

Change your story, change your life. Divorce the story of limitation and marry the story of the truth, and everything changes.

CHAPTER XLVIII THE DINNER AT THE BUSH

Think about it this way," Bud went on, pointing to the board. "What's the only thing that happened in this story between the time that I wasn't irritated and angry and the time I was?" I looked at the diagram. "Your choice not to do what you felt you should do," I said. "Your self-betrayal." "That's right. That's all that happened. So what caused my irritation and anger at Nancy?

A likely impossibility is always preferable to an unconvincing possibility. The story should never be made up of improbable incidents; there should be nothing of the sort in it.

The truth is that, just as in the other imitative arts one imitation is always of one thing, so in poetry the story, as an imitation of action, must represent one action, a complete whole, with its several incidents so closely connected that the transposal or withdrawal of any one of them will disjoin and dislocate the whole. For that which makes no perceptible difference by its presence or absence is no real part of the whole.

Life's not a one-shot special. It's a friggin' on-going series. Live it!

Now, before you make a movie, you have to have a script, and before you have a script, you have to have a story; though some avant-garde directors have tried to dispense with the latter item, you'll find their work only at art theaters.

Of all the machines in this great cavern, it was the only one which had shown any cognizance of man, and its greeting seemed a little contemptuous. For on the screen appeared the words: STATE YOUR PROBLEM PLEASE THINK CLEARLY Ignoring the implied insult, Alvin began his story.

The Defenestration of Ermintrude Inch First published in Tales from the White Hart An unusual story from the White Hart, in which Harry Purvis seemingly meets his match when his wife discovers the location of his 'quantum mechanics lectures'. It also chronicles the move from the 'White Hart' to the 'Sphere', matching the move from the White Horse to the Globe, following the landlord, Lew Mordecai.

There's many a man who never tells his adventures, for he can't hope to be believed.

Exactly, Watson. Pathetic and futile. But is not all life pathetic and futile? Is not his story a microcosm of the whole? We reach. We grasp. And what is left in our hands at the end? A shadow. Or worse than a shadow—misery.

I loathe writing autobiographical material because if it's dull no-one should have to read it anyway, and if it's interesting I should be using it for a story.