Quotes About Story

Fortunately there is a beautiful boy, unfortunately he has a terrible disease. Fortunately there is love and joy, unfortunately there is pain and misery. Fortunately this story is not over.

Esta noche quiero escapar y meterme en la historia de alguien más.

La trama è roba per gente morta.

and we're in Victorian London. Meet the characters in the story… Elsie is a homeless orphan, who lives on the streets of London.

Have you been eating them?" asked Sid, feeling that the bag was light. "No, the bag got ripped and I dropped some on the way." "A likely story!" "It's true!

the lost sense that we play out our lives as part of a greater story

And, well, that's my story," I said. "I'm sorry that it's so, you know. Retarded.

I was about to warn the girl about John's coffee, which tasted like a cup of battery acid someone had pissed in and then cursed at for several hours, but John turned to her and in a lawyerly voice said, "Shelly, tell us your story.

His sophomore year of high school, John was suspended multiple times because for every single creative writing assignment, he had turned in a different version of a story about a teenager (named "Jon") who was sneaking into the cafeteria and jerking off in the food.

There was an incident," he said. "A series of incidents, I guess. A dead guy, another dead guy. Some drugs. It's kind of a long story.

Su nombre es Harry Powell. Pero los nombres de sus dedos son R, O, M y A, y O, I, D y O y la historia que cuenta sobre que una mano es Odio y la otra Amor es una mentira, porque las dos son Odio, y verlas moverse me asusta todavía más que las sombras o que el viento.

The moments you are given are your true wealth. You don't need power, influence, or fame. The sunlight brings the power; the wind carries the influence. And as for fame, well, when you allow yourself to notice all those hands that have made your growth possible, you will also recognize what you have made possible for countless others — and how famous you already are. In this very moment, one of those others may be telling a story about how you helped them grow forward.

we are all a volume on the shelf of the... library, a story unto ourselves, never possibly described with one word or even very accurately with thousands.

But I didn't want to share everything yet… I needed that time alone with it first, that delicious time where you replay every moment, where you make what has happened more real and also less—it becomes fact the more you repeat it, but it becomes story, too.

An untold story has a weight that can submerge you, sure as a sunken ship at the bottom of the ocean. I learned that. This kind of story, this kind of things kept secrets -they have the power to keep your head in forever, and most of all for yourself.

And, oh, I am riding such a high, full wave of love that I have to fall. Of course I have to. Of course, because life and love is joy and pain, fullness and emptiness, highs and lows, tide in, tide out. I will have to fall hard from that high wave, smack right down on my sorry face, but we are not at that part of the story yet.

Those are such beautiful words aren't they? Happy ending?" Lilly says. They are. They so are. But after all she's seen, Nash doesn't know if she believes in those particular words. She believes in something intricate and thorny, she thinks then. What she believes is that the story goes on.

Take your ego out of your story.

Each of us get to choose the movie of our life. Not only that, but we're the main character, the director, and the producer. We get to choose how we want it to be.From the Soul of Uncertainty

As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters.

People say everybody has a book inside them, so why not make your life a great story?

Chase the story behind the stock, not the money on the table. Money will make you rich, but the story will make you wealthy.

My scars tell a story. They are a reminder of times when life tried to break me, but failed. They are markings of where the structure of my character was welded.

Suddenly I remembered that laugh, it told a different story, our story.