Stories Quotes

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But there's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begin.
[Mitch Albom] [Mother] [Stories]

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Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.
[Stories] [J.D. Salinger] [Salinger]

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Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.
[Stories] [Sylvia Plath]

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It's like everyone tells a story about themselves inside their own head. Always. All the time. That story makes you what you are. We build ourselves out of that story.
[Self] [Identity] [Stories] [Patrick Rothfuss] [Storytelling] [Sense Of Self]

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That's what fiction is for. It's for getting at the truth when the truth isn't sufficient for the truth.
[Truth] [Writing] [Fiction] [Stories] [On Fiction] [Tim O'Brien]

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Frodo: I can't do this, Sam. Sam: I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something. Frodo: What are we holding onto, Sam? Sam: That there's some good in this world, Mr. Frodo... and it's worth fighting for.
[J.R.R. Tolkien] [Stories] [Frodo] [Holding On]

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Don't lies eventually lead to the truth? And don't all my stories, true or false, tend toward the same conclusion? Don't they all have the same meaning? So what does it matter whether they are true or false if, in both cases, they are significant of what I have been and what I am? Sometimes it is easier to see clearly into the liar than into the man who tells the truth. Truth, like light, blinds. Falsehood, on the contrary, is a beautiful twilight that enhances every object.
[Truth] [Albert Camus] [Stories] [Liars]

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That?s how stories happen ? with a turning point, an unexpected twist. There?s only one kind of happiness, but misfortune comes in all shapes and sizes. It?s like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.
[Life] [Haruki Murakami] [Happiness] [Stories] [Unhappiness] [Misfortune]

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All stories are true. But some of them never happened.
[Stories] [Perspective] [On Fiction] [James A. Owen]

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Those around you can have their novellas, sweet, their short stories of clich? and coincidence, occasionally spiced up with tricks of the quirky, the achingly mundane, the grotesque. A few will even cook up Greek tragedy, those born into misery, destined to die in misery. But you, my bride of quietness, you will craft nothing less than epic with your life. Out of all of them, your story will be the one to last.
[Stories] [Epic] [Marisha Pessl]

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...the proliferation of luminous fungi or iridescent crystals in deep caves where the torchlessly improvident hero needs to see is one of the most obvious intrusions of narrative causality into the physical universe.
[Terry Pratchett] [Heroes] [Stories] [Narrative Causality]

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Once upon a time ? for that is how all stories should begin ? there was a boy who lost his mother.
[Fantasy] [Fairy Tales] [Stories] [John Connolly]

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You will go on and meet someone else and I'll just be a chapter in your tale, but for me, you were, you are and you always will be, the whole story.
[Stories] [Marian Keyes] [Endless Love]

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Stories are like children. They grow in their own way.
[Children] [Stories] [Growing] [Madeleine L'Engle]

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History, in the end, is only another kind of story, and stories are different from the truth. The truth is messy and chaotic and all over the place. Often it just doesn?t make sense. Stories make things make sense, but the way they do that is to leave out anything that doesn?t fit. And often that is quite a lot.
[History] [Stories] [Paul Murray]

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It's impossible to say a thing exactly the way it was, because of what you say can never be exact, you always have to leave something out, there are too many parts, sides, crosscurrents, nuances; too many gestures, which could mean this or that, too many shapes which can never be fully described, too many flavors, in the air or on the tongue, half-colors, too many.
[Writing] [Margaret Atwood] [Stories]

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This is what intimacy does to us over time. That's what a long marriage can do: It causes us to inherit and trade each other's stories. (p.237)
[Stories] [Intimacy] [Elizabeth Gilbert]

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In the light, we read the inventions of others; in the darkness we invent our own stories.
[Dark] [Light] [Stories] [Read] [Write] [Alberto Manguel]

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?and soon enough his head would be swimming with tales of derring-do and high adventure, tales of beautiful maidens kissed, of evildoers shot with pistols or fought with swords, of bags of gold, of diamonds as big as the tip of your thumb, of lost cities and of vast mountains, of steam-trains and clipper ships, of pampas, oceans, deserts, tundra.
[Neil Gaiman] [Books] [Reading] [Stories]

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These stories were very old, as old as people, and they had survived because they were very powerful indeed. They were the tales that echoed in the head long after the books that contained them were cast aside. They were both an escape from reality and an alternative reality themselves. They were so old, and so strange, that they had found a kind of existence independent of the pages they occupied. The world of the old tales existed parallel to ours, but sometimes the walls separating the two became so thing and brittle that the two worlds started to blend into each other. That was when the trouble started. That was when the bad things came. That was when the Crooked Man began to appear to David.
[Books] [Reading] [Stories] [John Connolly]