Quotes About Story

Every man's life is a fairy tale, written by God's fingers.

Everyman's life is a fairy tale written by God's fingers.

A story is like a feather blowed around by the wind. Some folks see that feather and say, "Oh, there's a feather," that's all. One day a man pick that feather up and weave it into his gbo, the thing that protect his house from bad spirits. The same way with a story. One day a man picks it up and makes it his own. Then it is true.

People say life is a story, I differ. It is an enactment of constantly changing, continuously edited , and precisely coordinated scenes, I would say.

Always remember, every success story begins with a START. Anyone can desire but there are few who DESERVE.

It's like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.

I know how fiction matters to me, because if I want to express myself, I have to make up a story. Some people call it imagination. To me, it's not imagination. It's just a way of watching.

It's like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story .

Movies are all about plot. Theater, even if it's story heavy, it's about ideas.

He brought imagination to the story of the Creation.

for instance, a sermon from Romans on the difference between the man under law and the man under grace may not make much impact, but a story illustrating the difference, like Les Miserables, might make an impression.

listen, i appreciate the story. i get that he's a goody guy. but these audits are random. it's not personal. see, that's where you're wrong, the man said. everything you do in life is personal.

This means that the cover story isn't true, but when people behave as if it were, they prosper.

The beauty and the ultimate value of a story like Mad Men lies in its repeated insistence that unless we stop searching for more, we'll never truly find happiness or peace.

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you. —Maya Angelou

These kids, her multitudes, they could grow up. They could move Away. They could—they would—become new, become changed, become actual adult people in progress, people she wouldn't recognize, people she could not imagine. People remade. They would undergo miracles. They would transform. They would make magic. But they were her story, hers and Penn's, so however wide they wandered, they would always be right here.

It's your story, sweetheart. Not just your story to pass on. Your story to make up as well. Over time, stories change; they shift; they become something new but with elements of the original and elements of what's to come.

P]aper's just as permanent once you send it out into the world. It seems like it closes the story, settles on one ending eliminating infinite possibilities, fixes it in place, in voice, but no, it does the opposite. You write it down so others can read it, and then it can grow. You nail it to a moment so it can pass through time.

We have this perfect love story that feels like a fairy tale and must be because how else to explain something so magical?

If you look closer, if you go slowly, there can be story even without progress or plot, life in small change, like Dante and Beatrice, like fish swimming hard against the current just to stay where they are. They're not getting anywhere, neither Dante nor the fish, but that doesn't mean there isn't effort, growth, triumph, and beautiful poetry. Trust me, stasis is challenging. And challenge is story.

It never even occurred to me until I got the idea for the first Psychic Eye mystery to turn my experiences as a down to earth,(somewhat) levelheaded psychic into a saleable story. And once I got the idea -- the whole thing just snowballed and it all happened very, very fast.

It is a remarkable ending. On one level the story of the boy and his father is linked to the imperative of rendering a just verdict. Yet by ending within a quotation, Shawcross permits the story to stand outside its legal frame. And though Shawcross presents the act of legal judgment as a potential safeguard against future atrocity, the thrust of his conclusion asks us to look not forward but back. The final imperative that Shawcross places before the court is the duty to remember.

I am waiting for a reconstructed Mayflower to reach America with its picture story and tv rights sold in advance to the natives

And this, then, is the job of the searchers and the dreamers: to reach deeper and deeper into the dream. Peeling away one layer after another. Until we realize that the voice speaking our dreams comes from within us and from without at the same time.11 Until we see at last that the story is true. Not necessarily because it happened in a particular place at a particular time, but because it is within us. It always was. It issues from us. It is ours. The whole ancient hierarchy of meanings.