Quotes About Story

As any good teacher of dreams will tell you, you are all the people in your dream. Fritz Perls taught, "[All] the different parts, any part in the dream-is yourself, is a projection of yourself."22 And to ask why we made our story this way and not that way is to reenter our sacred text once again as living participants. We could have made it another way, but chose to cast it in this one. We must be all the parts of our dream, even the ones we don't like.

Honus was a wonderful fellow, so good-natured and friendly to everyone. Gee, we loved that guy. And the fans were crazy about him. Yeah, everybody loved that old Dutchman! If anyone told a good joke or a funny story, Honus would slap his knee and let out a loud roar and say, "What about that!" So

The cat sat on the mat is not a story. The cat sat on the other cat's mat is a story.

O foolish writer. Now moves. Even in storytime, dreamtime, once-upon-a-time, now isn't then.

The truth beyond the fetish's glimmering mirage is the relationship of laborer to product; it is the social account of how that object came to be. In this view every commodity, beneath the mantle of its pricetag, is a hieroglyph ripe for deciphering, a riddle whose solution lies in the story of the worker who made it and the conditions under which it was made.

I have an inability to consider a thing without imagining the story behind it as a needful force, a great petitioning weight.

The story and every element of it . . . had been fixed long ago . . . we had literally fought to establish a single ritualized version, constant enough to double for fact. Until Tilly changed a phrase. . . . I ought to have been indignant, ought to have piped up righteously in a high, clear voice. . . . But I couldn't say it, and so made myself complicit. Tilly was the one who broke the rule' I was the one who left her.

The iPhone When we are at these early stages in design . . . often we'll talk about the story for the product—we're talking about perception. We're talking about how you feel about the product, not in a physical sense, but in a perceptual sense. —JONY IVE

team of good storytellers can fix a bad story, but a poor team cannot.

He told me it didn't really matter if it was true, it was what the story MEANT that was so important.

Darrow was obviously struggling to create a story where there wasn't one yet. Eve didn't blame her for that. If Eve had her way, Darrow wouldn't have to wait long. Every corpse, even one that was just scattered bones for now, had a story. It was Eve's job to find it.

Bullshit. You got where you are by leveraging your media exposure from that YouTube video. Then you solved a triple murder and pulled off a daring rescue, adding a narrative spine to your story. It was a brilliant use of social media.

Regret is my compass. I am an alchemist, trained in the transmutation of my nervous system. I have installed trained guides beside me. I am saving at least one life." "I keep writing. I must. Over and over and over. The same story a million ways.

That's the way it was, always will be. nothing we can do to make it different. It's a story now, and stories have endings even when you don't know- fools like me- that you're already in the middle of one, and you're already making choices... Choices that will bring you to places you'd never thought you'd be, places in your heart you'll mourn and love the rest of your life.~Mr. Dees

Someone wants to do a movie of my life now and he's writing a script, and I said to him, "What the hell could you do? I've never been arrested, I haven't taken drugs, I've had the same wife for 54 years -- where's anything of interest to people?"

Mere grimness is as easy as grinning; but it requires something to put a handsome face on a story. Narratives become of suspicious merit in proportion as they lean to Newgate-like offenses, particularly of blood and wounds...

Sometime during your life—in fact, very soon—you may find yourself reading a book, and you may notice that a book's first sentence can often tell you what sort of story your book contains.

One could say, in fact, that no story really has a beginning, and that no story really has an end, as all of the world's stories are as jumbled as the items in the arboretum, with their details and secrets all heaped together so that the whole story, from beginning to end, depends on how you look at it.

If I were making up a story, I would have it gray and miserable outside, but it was sunny and miserable instead

The story of the book filled the car with exciting adventures of the sort that are fun to read about, so we didn't have to think about the exciting adventures of the sort that are no fun to live through.

The infant was standing on a spot in someone else's story, during a moment of her own.

A mystery is solved with a story. The story starts with a clue, but the trouble is that you usually have no idea what the clue is, even if you think you know.

If I were making up a story, I would have it gray and miserable outside, but it was sunny and miserable instead, glaringly bright and bitterly cold, as if the sky could not decide if it was in a good mood or would spend all day growling. I didn't mind this kind of weather, weather that cannot make up its mind, because I am often the same way, or at least I think I am. I don't know.

And as the Baudelaires told Hector their long story, they began to feel as if the handyman was carrying more than their suitcases. They felt as if he was carrying each word they said, as if each unfortunate event was a burden that Hector was helping them with. The story of their lives was so miserable that I cannot say they felt happy when they were through telling it, but by the time Sunny concluded the whole long story, the Baudelaires felt as if they were carrying much less.