Quotes About Story

Really, Agatha, you might have told me." "Told you what?" Mairelon said. "That my ward was once a street thief? I didn't think it was a secret." "A street thief?" Letitia wrinkled her nose and looked at Kim with disfavor. "How horrid." "I think it is the most romantic story I have ever heard", Miss Matthews said with conviction.

The passion for the story is the wind in your narrative sails. Begin at the heart. We must hear the heartbeat of the story. Love your characters into existence.

In a story, you must always listen for the voice you cannot hear, the one that has been ignored or silenced. In that crushed voice, there is a strain of truth, as a crushed grape yields a drop of wine.

In a story, you must always listen for the voice that you cannot hear, the one that has been ignored or silenced. In that crushed voice, there is a strain of truth, as a crushed grape yields a drop of wine.... Speech denied will burst its dam and become a flood of song. Storied silenced on earth will catapult into Heaven, visible wherever we turn our faces, glittering irrevocably, forever.

A story can be composed solely of (1) one action, (2) one emotion to be evoked, and (3) a one-sentence summary. Don't get lost rambling, and also make sure your listener feels that they are fully participating in the conversation.

Every rock and stream is a myth.

Them that drinks bottles ruin the look of the shelves but draught is a different story—you never see the barrel going down.

Don't think you haven't lived long enough to have a story to tell.

It is a true story, the monster said. Many things that are true feel like a cheat.

Just remember, please, most of that stuff is in the past. It isn't the story I want to tell. At all. You needed to know it, but for the rest of this, I'm choosing my own story. Because if you can't do that, you might as well just give up.

He's uncertain what's going to happen next. But he is certain that that's actually the point. If this is all a story, then that's what the story means. If it isn't a story, then the exact same is true. But as his friends begin the final steps, pressing buttons, answering questions on a screen, he thinks that what is forever certain is that there's always more. Always.

This is not the way our story ends. You know this' - 'Stories do not end.' - 'Ah, you are right, but you are also wrong. They end and they begin every moment. It is all about when you stop the telling.

No penséis que no habéis vivido lo bastante como para no tener una historia que contar.

A book, he thinks at one point, rubbing his eyes, tired from so much focused reading. It's a world all on its own, too. He looks at the cover again. A satyr playing pan pipes, far more innocent-looking than when it got up to in the story. A world made of words, Seth thinks, where you live for a while. "And then it's over," he says.

Conor shook his head. "That's a terrible story. And a cheat." "It is a true story," the monster said. "Many things that are true feel like a cheat.

There were as many truths - overlapping, stewed together - as there were tellers. The truth mattered less than the story's life. A story forgotten died. A story remembered not only lived, but grew.

We take random events and we put them together in a pattern so we can comfort ourselves with a story, no matter how much it obviously isn't true.

It is not my name, but the name I use for this story. A name, I hoped, that would be free of prophecy, free of the burden of a future placed upon it, free of any destiny that would tear it from my hands and destroy worlds. You think I overstate. You are wrong.

He's uncertain what's going to happen next. But he is certain that that's actually the point. If this is all a story, then that's what the story means. If it isn't a story, then the exact same is true.

A story forgotten died. A story remembered not only lived, but grew.

Conor shook his head. "That's a terrible story. And a cheat." It is a true story, the monster said. Many things that are true feel like a cheat. Kingdoms get the princes they deserve, farmers' daughters die for no reason, and sometimes witches merit saving. Quite often, actually. You'd be surprised. Conor

Did it matter? George thought perhaps it did, and not in terms of finding truth or of any hope of discovering what really happened at any given moment. There were as many truths - overlapping, stewed together - as there were tellers. The truth mattered less than story's life. A story forgotten died. A story remembered not only lived, but grew.

It is always easier to keep a rotten tale than to learn a new one.

I only know one story. But oftentimes small pieces seem to be stories themselves.