Quotes About Story

Life is about Jesus. We are not here to tell our story, but His.

I'm not an answering machine—I don't have a message for you! What I have for you is a story.

There are as many ways to discover your story as there are to trip over a dog in the kitchen--and some of them feel about as planned.

Life's a story don't you doubt. Bad times give you something to talk about.

Through sheer repetition of the Trump gloss on the Trump Tower story, it lost much of its ability to appall and outrage.

He was listening with rapt attention. "I'm boring you, aren't I? I don't usually tell anyone my life's story." She'd never told anyone particular anecdote, actually.

We cannot carry the gospel to the poor and lowly while emulating the practices of the rich and powerful. We've been invited into a story that begins with humility and ends with glory; never the other way around.

Of course, in a hundred years, no one will remember any of us and our story will be lost in obscurity, but for us, for all these years when we were kids and then grown-ups, when you were young parents and then grandparents, this is the only story that ever mattered, and it was such a marvelous one. The best story I ever imagined.

Maybe more of us should have plots. Let's take them out of books and put them back in life where they belong.

To be at the center of the story is a powerful thing, it gives a palpable agency to your life.

As a child, she'd thought all the noise and commotion was the most wild, wonderful game, but as she'd grown older, she understood why everyone rushed around so: they were chasing a story.

An escape can become escapism before we even know it. Books are wonderful things, but you can't live in someone else's story. You have to live your own story.

I'd wish you good luck, but you won't need it. You get to write your own story now. Nothing's luckier than that.

But Belle, the servants…they tell me you're in there all day. Don't you think a bit of balance is needed? An escape can become escapism before we even know it. Books are wonderful things, but you can't live in someone else's story. You have to live your own story." Belle looked up at him with deep pain in her eyes. What she said next broke his heart for the second time that morning. "But what if you don't like your story? What then?

Love is hard. I had no idea how hard. Is it worth the pain?" "Yes," Belle said. "It is." "Please, Belle," Otto said. "If I have to go, I want to go with my friends around me…with love…." "Before you go, promise me something, Belle…" he whispered to her. "Keep being the author of your own story. Never let anyone else write it for you again.

Now that Scotty has entered the realm of myth, everyone wants to own him. And maybe they should. Doesn't a myth belong to everyone?

But knowing everything is too much like knowing nothing; without a story, it's all just information.

But a story was invisible, infinite, it had no size or shape. Information. It could fill the world or fit inside a fingernail.

She was careful not to indulge this line of thinking. "I don't remember him," she told Coz. "I have nothing to say." She did this for Coz's protection and her own—they were writing a story of redemption, of fresh beginnings and second chances. But in that direction lay only sorrow.

if we can work the story around the idea of punishment and redemption, that could be *very* appealing.

It's hard to know, ever, where a story beings. We touch down in a world fully inhabited by others, a drama already in progress. By the time we make our entrance - incontinent and screaming, like dirty bombs detonating - the climax is a distant memory. Our arrival is not the beginning; it is a consequence.

As I prefer to see it, there has never been an epic love story that involved significant amounts of self-control.

The opportunity to gain Willpower makes a great motivation for a story, especially your more bizarre ones.

It's not just clothing. It's a message. You're not deciding what to wear. You're deciding what story you want your image to tell. Are you the ingenue, young and sweet? Do you dress to this world of wealth and wonders like you were born to it, or do you want to walk the line: the same but different, young but full of steel?