Stories Quotes
Are we not all books waiting for someone to pick us up and read the pages that people missed?
Sense howEven the smooth stones acheWith stories of their ownIn the shuddering light of day.
We can all share with Nora and then she will have breakfast too!
It’s Ms. Hilda’s magic drawer! That’s where Ms. Hilda finds everything we need. Crayons, papers, glitters, candies, everything!
When my children were little, always I had to explain things.Now they don't ask much more, have I become more stupid?
Dangers were no more than odd imaginings, like ghost stories that children made up to frighten one another: things that couldn't possibly happen.
Since the beginning of time there was always stories like this, ” he replies. “As children we reveled in the dream that there was a place out there that was different from the one we lived in.
If you ever meet someone who thinks they are so special, the best thing to do is smile. You don’t have to say anything. Be friendly and then go doyour best. That will make you special, too!
It takes courage and maturity to realise your own story.
Betty had forgotten how you only get slivers of stories from children - usually what they echo from overheard adult conversations.
Gusty McCabe, tha's m' name and tellin' stories, tha's m' game, If they all ain't true I ain't t' blame, I'll tell 'em all just the same.
A smart person is not one that knows the answers, but one who knows where to find them...
Once upon a time I thought I could change stories, make them go the way I wanted, instead of where they actually went.
Because zombies can’t go out into the sun, most of them tend to be afraid of anything that can go into the sun and live to tell the tale.
One day, I decided to be an island. I took off my clothes and walked into the sea, then floated there, bobbing along with the tide, suspended by my inflatable tube and water wings.
I remember clearly the afternoon that she stood at the corner beside the door of the tourist centre in Gdansk.
As the wind continued to howl and groan through her decaying body, she began to sing her story.
Rebecca woke up with her knees hurting and her fingers ice-cold, and the specifics of her life returned to her as the dream disappeared: weekend, hotel room, Baguio, memory, memory, memory.
Any moment now, I thought, he was going to wake up. Any moment.
She looked at me like I was stupid, the same look the girls in JC used to give me when I hadn’t heard of the latest boy band, or turned up at Zouk wearing unfashionable clothes.
Fiction is an ancient virtual reality technology that specializes in simulating human problems.
It's absurd how crazy love can make you......but even more absurd how stupid jealousy can make you!
Forgiving himself came easy to him. His, he'd come to realize, was a forgiving nature.
I wanted stories, and I wanted them always, and I wanted the experience that only fiction could give me: I wanted to be inside them.
Jade felt the cool rain on her new shapechanger skin.
It will be worth it if I am remembered, if not flatteringly, then at least with some small amount of accuracy.
When the imagination takes over, the second hand could be the hour hand to a creator of stories.
Often, when I am able to check out a book, I read it a dozen times before returning it, desperate to remain lost in the magic of someone else's story.
That's the thing about fiction, that you live in it totally for a little while, but you must forget it, sometimes totally forget it, in order to go about the rest of your day.
Dear family, I am drafting a new laundry protocol for better and more considerate usage of the washing machine
If freedom is free and none need worry, then what blood drops for thee?
Her heart was telling her to trust him, but it wouldn’t be the first time that that foolish muscle, there in the middle of her chest, had betrayed her.
Most stories are not about peoplebut about life, an addiction like the rest of themthat destroys you even as you love it, but you love it anyway and can never get enough.
How is it possible you have caught me off guard, he seemed to ask. Exactly where have I miscalculated the velocities, how have I misjudged the vectors?
We awoke to a fabulation of ice, the sun shining like a weapon, light rocketing off every surface except the surfaces of the Army's clean streets and walks.
I tried to hate you, to forgive you, all just to forget you, but I'm only capable of loving you. You're tattooed onto my skin, and the more I try to erase you, the deeper you sink in.
It was dark, so I couldn't make out much of her face, but she had brilliant red hair, like honey and roses and the sun altogether.
The times have changed and now the story is old, but yet it all remains the same, a victim in the cold.
You two are bound to one another. You always have been … and you can't run away from what you are. No matter where you go, your feelings for her are going to follow you.
The best historical stories capture the modern imagination because they are, in many senses, still current - part of a continuum.
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Somebody will beat both [contents and price] sooner or later because that is good old Free Enterprise, where the consumer benefits from battles between jolly green giants.
If you find that you're going through hell, keep moving. You will get to the end eventually.
As for peace, it was never free and laws were made to be broken. Peacemaker or lawbreaker, someone, somewhere always paid the price no matter what side of the words they were on.