Quotes About Story

She asked in a hesitant whisper, "Do you still think i'm a... A singularly unhorrible demon?" "No," he said smiling. "I think you're magical, and brave, and exquisite. And..." His voice grew bashful. Only in a dream could he be so bold and speak such words. "I hope you'll let me be in your story.

That is your legend?" Akiva asked, incredulous. Madrigal had told him the story of the sun and Ellai while they flew. "That seraphim are the blood of a rapist sun?

It was not a happy ending, but a happy middle - at last, after so many fraught beginnings. Their story would be long. Much would be written of them, some of it in verse, some sung, and some in plain prose, in volumes to be penned for the archives of cities not yet built.

Few will ever witness an act destined to become legend. How does it happen, that the events of a day, or a night — or a life — are translated into story? There is a gap in between, where awe has carved a space that words have yet to fill.

Those seraphim who escaped into the neighbor world Eretz managed to hold the portal closed, and they held it to this day, pouring their strength into shoring up their sky to keep the darkness at bay. A bold young queen in that distant world was even now training a legion of angels and chimaera to battle the darkness and hopefully destroy it. But that's another story.

The story goes like this," he said. "We were having dinner together, you and I. As we do from time to time. It was grimgrouse. Over-spiced. You killed the cook for that. Temper." He added, as an instructive side, "You know, in a story, it's the details like that that make it seem real. Anyway, you for a bone stuck in your mustache. Did I mention you has a mustache?

The only tattoos visible as she dug out her sketchbook and handed it over were the ones on her wrists like bracelets - a single word on each: true and story.

And the space where his legend was gathering up words grew larger. Because this story was not over yet.

it's like . . . finding a book inside another book. A small treasure of a book hidden inside a big common one—like . . . spells printed on dragonfly wings, discovered tucked inside a cookery book, right between the recipes for cabbages and corn. That's what a kiss is like, he thought, no matter how brief: It's a tiny, magical story, and a miraculous interruption of the mundane.

Érase una vez un ángel moribundo tendido entre la bruma. Y un diablo que se arrodillo junto a él y sonrió.

It was like stepping into the pages of a book - a book alive with colour and fragrance, filth and chaos - and the blue-haired girl moved through it all like a fairy through a story, the light treating her differently than it did others, the air seeming to gather around her like held breath. As if this whole place were a story about her.

I think you're a fairy tale. I think you're magical, and brave, and exquisite. And…" His voice grew bashful. Only in a dream could he be so bold and speak such words. "I hope you'll let me be in your story.

Como si aquel lugar fuera un cuento dedicado a ella.

Nein", sagte er mit einem Lächeln, "Du bist märchenhaft. Du bist magisch, mutig und wundervoll. Und...", fuhr er mit plötzlicher Schüchternheit fort, denn nur in einem Traum konnte er solche gewagten Worte überhaupt aussprechen: "... ich hoffe, du lässt mich Teil deiner Geschichte sein.

Theirs wasn't the only love story ended by the gods, but it was the only one that ended the gods.

Ziri nunca había oído nada parecido a esa historia de rastro de mapas del tesoro. Excepto, quizás, la historia del ángel que había entrado disfrazado en la ciudad con barrotes del enemigo para bailar con su dama.

A tale is a funny thing, and even when it's your own and you have a quill in your hand you must be careful where you touch it.

For whatever reason, maybe it's because of my story, but people associate Livestrong with exercise and physical fitness, health and lifestyle choices like that.

Listen, Christ,You did alright in your day, I reckon—But that day's gone now.They ghosted you up a swell story, too,Called it Bible—But it's dead now.

I am a Herondale. We love but once." "That is only a story." "Haven't you heard?" James said bitterly. "All the stories are true.

Julian spoke through his teeth. "Malcolm, this is not a love story." "Every story is a love story.

What is a book? Is it the binding, the ink, the pages, or the sum of the words contained?

Magnus had heard the story of how the Nephilim were created many times. They must have forgotten to leave out the bit that said: And the Angel descended from on high and gave his chosen ones fantastic abs.

Cordelia had thought a tattoo would be rather more like their Marks, but it reminded her of something else instead. It was ink, the way books and poems were made of ink, telling a permanent story.