Story Quotes - Page 6

A good book ought to have something simple about it. And, like Eve, it ought to come from somewhere near the third rib: there ought to be a heart beating in it. A story that's all forehead doesn't amount to much.

Now Leroux, what think you
Of this twist to the story?

Short men are happy, for they can pass easily through the door. Tall men are happy, for they can stand erect and pluck oranges with their hands. Again, short men are angry, for they cannot stand erect and pluck oranges with their hands. Again, tall men are angry, for they cannot pass easily through the door.

The question 'What was there before creation?' is meaningless. Time is a property of creation, therefore before creation there was no before creation.

Story is metaphor for life and life is lived in time.

The universe is an untold story of time.

Physics is the story of time, with everything or nothing.

With a little heartache;
Gone with the time,
Are certain memories,
Intricately designed.
To call & narrate
A story of blissful sunshine.

Once upon a time, there was a story. But no one to tell it.

My whole life, I had thought that my story was, again and again: Once upon a time, there was a boy, and he had to risk everything to keep what he loved. But really, the story was: Once upon a time, there was a boy, and his fear ate him alive.

We must rewrite our story from one of fear to one of celebration.

Never be afraid to share your story. No one can tell it like you can.

There's a story behind every Bookworm"!

Books,' I say sleepily. 'They don't change either. If you read a book and look at it again later on, it's still the same thing. But it's exciting all over again.

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.

When was the last time someone read aloud to you? Probably when you were a child, and if you think back, you'll remember how safe you felt, tucked under the covers, or curled in someone's arms, as a story was spun around you like a web.

she has craters
but only a fool can deny her beauty.
She silently stare sun whole night
& reflects his light
his love with stars at times.

This love is hard core. Let's make it soft porn.

There's a story here.

A catastrophic silence where our thoughts and feelings collide ...

Where your sweetness overrides my senses and our bodies move to the same tune.

The same song.
The same melody.
The same stroke.
The same rhythm.

It's our story, Trinity, and it's just begging to be told.

He gets away with it because he's strong.'
'This is the story of mankind.'
'I thought you were going to be a priest at one point.'
'Yes. But then I read the newspaper.