Stories Quotes
We have story-makers and we have writers apparently most of the today's writing falls into the first category.
...it's not the stories - it's the pain and the joy and the people who stay with you long after the stories are told ...
Take a journey into the world of possibilities.You will be amazed with your adventure.
The best adventures in life is in the present. Seize the present and make it great adventure.
The attraction of reading is that it allows you to live, for a few hours, as someone else—grants you access to their head, their thoughts, their secrets.
Because deep down you know that someone needs to keep you out of trouble.
We threw ourselves at that wild river every day and most days it tossed us all harmlessly skyward like well-loved children. After a while that does something to you.
Grace will meet you in the valley, and her song will carry you home on the wind to another sky filled with ethereal beauty unfolding and love everlasting.
She's as old as the hills, evil as a snake, all malevolence and magic and death.
Not every story is true. And sometimes the things that were wicked become the things that save us, and the things that were good doom us to misery and pain.
Just tell yourself they're only stories. Pamela K. Kinney (Spectre Nightmares and Visitations)
It’s a case of mistaken identity. It’s one big mistake. You weren’t even in the country when it happened.”Maja in the short story 'Metro' by Steen Langstrup
The day had begun like any other ordinary day for Barnabas Crackle. That is to say, as extra-ordinarily as his days typically began, which were the usual for our faithful protagonist.
The moon shone upon his almost transparent hands, and Stephen saw that the nails were fearfully long and that the light shone through them.
Your tills are talking to me and want me to take them home. Does this often happen?
Your fortune teller cursed me. Foul spirits haunt every supermarket I go to. I can't show my face in Morrisons.
The narrator, I think, must succeed in frightening himself before he can think of frightening his reader…
He'd wanted to mend her just like his mother had mended his favorite teddy bear when his arm had come loose after too much play. He offered her his pudding cup instead.
So exquisitely perfect was the darkness of the heavens above that one would have difficulty believing it was a prison to the passengers and crew of The Black Witch.
I live in different worlds. One world where I perform my duty as a part of society. My favorite is my world. The writing's world.
People think "monsters" are born without origin. But it is the monsters that have the greatest stories to tell...
Will Cato's alien buddies come en masse and invade Earth? He's not sure but he'll try to keep humanity in the loop.
Lost Cactus is a cornucopia of sights, sounds and inhabitants completely foreign to a little squirrel like Sammy, but attempting to set him straight will only complicate matters.
Ty is green but never with envy. Best of all, he's usually available to help move a heavy piece of furniture.
Bentley is a good bee with a shaky sense of direction and an appetite for mayhem. Just don't call him a drone. He hates that.
The better you tell an old story, the more you are talking about right now.
Audiences are craving intricate and intelligent stories that keep them on the edge of their seats.
She reminded me that I could write stories, /could be struck by lightning & live.
Careful with what you know and what you experience. Sometimes, closed mouth with memories is better than opened mouth with stories.
There are stories that don't need a plot. Sooner or later they rise above the confusion and untangle their mysteries in a series of sentences.
Everybody’s got sad stories.” Devon’s voice was as ungiving as stone. “And everyone thinks they’re so very special and broken because of them.
It’s a difficult thing to be a man. To try to be noble and honorable in a world of conflict and strife. To distinguish selfish desire from sincere concern. To know when to fight and when to forfeit.
Nothing makes you feel more like a man than holding and comforting a woman in your arms.
A man cannot impart the true feeling of things to others unless he himself has experienced what he is trying to tell of.
I try not to remember them but very often memories force themselves on my consciousness
When you are falling short in vocabulary to explain the emotion in your story.Than you are writing the right story
Death, is a beautiful conclusion to these short stories, that which we have so interestingly entitled, lives.
Just know that if you move forward with honesty, faith and love, everything will be alright.
In these story telling moments we equip our children, with crucial solution tools for life. To deprive them of these necessary teachable moments is like denying a carpenter the tools of his trade.