Story Quotes
It's difficult from one story to jump in another story, 2 stories are okay for one hour. But more and more characters you start losing the link. (Thriller 2)
I could feel the beginning of the story gathering in her throat. Stories are that way, like storms. If you pay attention, you can sense them in the air.
The moral of this story is that no matter how much we try, no matter how much we want it ... some stories just don't have a happy ending.
Some people believe in telling stories. Some believe in doing things about which stories will be told in times to come.
Live your life in such a way that it is going to be the favorite story of your generation and generations to come.
We are all joined in a circle of stories.
A closed book will lie there like a dead horse. But an open book will kick, buck, and bolt through perceived adventures like a wild and free stallion. So hold on.
There's more to stories than it seems at first looking, " she said. "Two sides to most stories. Folks better be thinking about that for once.
He. Does there have to be a he? It seems weak and unoriginal doesn’t it, for stories told by girls to always have a he?
Never go tapping into the lives of others like you know them and their story! Their story is not yours, tell yours, for that is all you know.
It's one of those things a person has to do
I reinvented myself. I acquired a taste for evil. I found I have a talent for it. And I murdered the old me.
I want to feel like I'm making a difference in this world. And I want some time for living rather than just working. Life is for living, isn't it? It can't be all just for working
I’ve learned through the years that it’s not where you live, it’s the people who surround you that make you feel at home.
and suddenly I am washed over by a wave of happiness for it, for my little story, because it is a place, a home even, and I can go back to it from wherever I am
All stories are born out of illusion, but that doesn't mean they're not worth telling.
They teach you, as children, that you might go to heaven. They never teach you that heaven might come to you.
Junk?” Gram gasped. “One man’s junk is another man’s treasure, you know.”“Yeah, well, maybe it’s time to let another man have it, you think?” he teased. ~ "The Mirror
In her hand was a necklace with a small oval pendant, a half of a locket engraved with one of the same symbols from the mirror frame—what Quinn saw as rolling waves. ~ "The Mirror
I've been dead over seventy years and still when I hear a woman scream, I find myself standing, listening, wanting to help and unable to do anything except watch.
Never give in to the Darkness. The Light will shower you with gifts, until you let down your guard. The Darkness will only Overbear. Darkness overcomes, Darkness conquers. But Light Destroys.
No one can force you to become a monster – you hurt someone and you create your own demons.
The way you live each day is a sentence in the story of your life. Every day, you make the choice whether the sentence ends with a period, question mark, or exclamation point.
Sometimes we have to inspire and encourage ourselves, through our personal narrative. And we start with what we know.
Writing is something you do alone. Its a profession for introverts who want to tell you a story but don't want to make eye contact while doin
People tell stories and it's up to those who listen whether to believe or not.""Shouldn't the storyteller believe it.""The storyteller should tell it.
Sometimes a homeland becomes a tale. We love the story because it is about our homeland and we love our homeland even more because of the story.
Every story must have such a terrible moment, or it wouldn't be interesting.
She can paint a lovely picture, but this story has a twist. her paintbrush is a razor, and her canvas is her wrist.
Our powerful hunger for myth is a hunger for community. The person without a myth is a person without a home...To be a member of one's community is to share in its myths...
While I cannot prevent the birds from flying over my head, I can prevent them from making a nest in my hair. - Chapter 5 My Cinderella
Story is a butterfly whose wings transport us to another world where we receive gifts that change who we are and who we want to be.
It's a very remarkable story.""Remarkable's a well-chosen word. It doesn't give you away.
Without trials and tribulation, there would be no hero. Without a hero, there would be no story. Without a story, there is no life as life is made up of vignettes of loving, learning and overcoming.
Every story is informed by a worldview.
Hard to accept the end of a story that won the villain against heroes.
You must never tell people their own stories. They have no interest in them, or they think they can tell them better themselves. Give them a stranger's life, and then they're content.
Her body was rounded like earth. Stories. Breath. . . . Her eyes have been painted closed. I understand. To tell a story you must travel inward.