Story Quotes - Page 2

The hand of God is wonderfully evident at those times when He pens stories whose lines we ourselves are far too fearful to pen or whose imaginations are far too limited to envision. And I would unashamedly suggest that the Christmas story is that very story.

Craig D. Lounsbrough

Long ago there was a little boy who lived in the wood with his father and his sister. One night, the three of them were out collecting firewood when they heard a low, delicate whimper. The father realised it was an injured animal and ordered the children to fetch water from the lake, whilst he followed the sound. Hours past but the father did not return. The children became fearful for their father’s safety and in their moment of fright, they disobeyed their father in order to find him. tAnd find him they did. However, he was no longer the man he once was. Both his eyes were slit through their centre, oozing blood down the paleness of his face. His neck had been torn open. The entirety of his midsection was split but nothing, not one, single organ, seemed to be left within. Each limb still remained, however they had been dragged, with some exceptional force, in the opposite direction to which they were designed. tThe children screamed and ran, though the image of their father’s mangled corpse seemed to chase after them. They slept. Within the whisper of the wind came the sweet tune of a woman’s song. The little girl awoke to the feeling of happiness, security and motherly love that the song carried with it. She needed to find the woman it had come from. Leaving her brother, she took off into the wood to try and find the singer.tThe little boy quickly entered into a spit of panic when he found his sister missing. He didn’t know whether he should call out for her, look for her or wait. But waiting could mean the worst, he thought, and so he took off into the woods after her. He had searched everywhere, every dark corner and decrepit tree, before reaching the lake. The moon reflected off its black surface, which drew his attention to something bobbing within the ripples. tIt was a leg. When he caught sight of the foot, the boy fell to his knees. He recognised the shoe. It was his sister’s shoe; his sister’s leg. Soon enough, the other body parts came drifting to join the leg, forming a rough manifestation of what was once his sister’s living body. Firstly, there was a head facing down in the water, then arms seemingly blue under the moonlight, and lastly a torso coated in her favourite dress. He felt sick, lost, terrified to his very core. tJust as thoughts of never being whole again began to pain his chest, the boy heard the snapping of a twig behind him. He dared to turn around but all he found was a small, black-furred wolf. The wolf approached him timidly, whining deep in its throat to say to the boy that he too was lonely and afraid. The boy put out his hand for the wolf to join him and they sat together. Perhaps he would be OK. Perhaps all that had happened had led to this; something new. He rustled the fur of his new friend, starting with its back then its ear before going under its snout. tHis hand touched something wet and sticky. He drew it from the wolf to get a better look, only to find a crimson substance now clinging to his small hands. Blood. The wolf turned on the boy as its eyes became a pale blue before thwack! He tore the boy’s face from his head…

S.R. Crawford

Villainessa Tittel was a hired killer, an assassin by trade. She had enjoyed the best education and had been trained by assassins who had (until then at least) been considered the best in the business. She had turned to ‘cleaning’ as an occupation because she really enjoyed endings more than beginnings – and anyway, she didn’t need to know her mark’s entire pedigree or life’s story, or to have some kind of facetious moral justification just to collect her fee. Unsurprisingly, when she did read – on those rare occasions – her books were always dog-eared from the back.

Christina Engela

For her last gasp was a story in itself.

Raubin Chaudhary

The story of your past doesn’t have to become the story of your life.

Luminita D. Saviuc

Watch movies. Read screenplays. Let them be your guide. […] Yes, McKee has been able to break down how the popular screenplay has worked. He has identified key qualities that many commercially successful screenplays share, he has codified a language that has been adopted by creative executives in both film and television. So there might be something of tangible value to be gained by interacting with his material, either in book form or at one of the seminars.But for someone who wants to be an artist, a creator, an architect of an original vision, the best book to read on screenwriting is no book on screenwriting. The best seminar is no seminar at all.To me, the writer wants to get as many outside voices OUT of his/her head as possible. Experts win by getting us to be dependent on their view of the world. They win when they get to frame the discussion, when they get to tell you there’s a right way and a wrong way to think about the game, whatever the game is. Because that makes you dependent on them. If they have the secret rules, then you need them if you want toget ahead.The truth is, you do

Brian Koppelman

The ultimate story of success: When a nobody, who has never once in his entire life known the feeling of being remembered or respected, suddenly snaps and becomes a world dictator. On one hand it sounds just, but on the other, it illustrates the reason why a prosperity message has and needs its limitations.

Criss Jami

One word absent from a sentence, or misinterpreted incorrectly, can change the entire meaning of a sentence. One word can change the meaning of everything. Before you believe anything about God or anybody, ask yourself how well do you trust the transmitter, translator or interpreter. And if you have never met them, then how do you know if the knowledge you acquired is even right? One hundred and twenty-five years following every major event in history, all remaining witnesses will have died. How well do you trust the man who has stored his version of a story? And how can you put that much faith into someone you don't know?

Suzy Kassem

Travelling shouldn't be just a tour, it should be a tale.

Amit Kalantri

Be a true traveller, don't be a temporary tourist.

Amit Kalantri

Trekking means a travelling experience with a thrilling excitement.

Amit Kalantri

Travelling the road will tell you more about the road than the google will tell you about the road.

Amit Kalantri

It is usually unbearably painful to read a book by an author who knows way less than you do, unless the book is a novel.

Mokokoma Mokhonoana

Novelists when they write novels tend to take an almost godlike attitude toward their subject, pretending to a total comprehension of the story, a man's life, which they can therefore recount as God Himself might, nothing standing between them and the naked truth, the entire story meaningful in every detail. I am as little able to do this as the novelist is, even though my story is more important to me than any novelist's is to him - for this is my story; it is the story of a man, not of an invented, or possible, or idealized, or otherwise absent figure, but of a unique being of flesh and blood, Yet, what a real living human being is made of seems to be less understood today than at any time before, and men - each one of whom represents a unique and valuable experiment on the part of nature - are therefore shot wholesale nowadays. If we were not something more than unique human beings, if each one of us could really be done away with once and for all by a single bullet, storytelling would lose all purpose. But every man is more than just himself; he also represents the unique, the very special and always significant and remarkable point at which the world's phenomena intersect, only once in this way and never again. That is why every man's story is important, eternal, sacred; that is why every man, as long as he lives and fulfills the will of nature, is wondrous, and worthy of every consideration. In each individual the spirit has become flesh, in each man the creation suffers, within each one a redeemer is nailed to the cross.

Hermann Hesse

Authors can write stories without people assuming that they are autobiographies, but songwriters and poets are often considered to be the characters in their works. I like Michelangelo's vision, 'I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free.

Criss Jami

... so this is for us.This is for us who sing, write, dance, act, study, run and loveand this is for doing it even if no one will ever knowbecause the beauty is in the act of doing it.Not what it can lead to.This is for the times I lose myself while writing, singing, playingand no one is around and they will never knowbut I will forever rememberand that shines brighter than any praise or fame or glory I will ever have,and this is for you who write or play or read or singby yourself with the light off and door closedwhen the world is asleep and the stars are alignedand maybe no one will ever hear itor read your wordsor know your thoughtsbut it doesn’t make it less glorious.It makes it ethereal. Mysterious.Infinite.For it belongs to you and whatever God or spirit you believe inand only you can decide how much it meantand meansand will forever meanand other people will experience it toothrough you.Through your spirit. Through the way you talk.Through the way you walk and love and laugh and careand I never meant to write this longbut what I want to say is:Don’t try to present your art by making other people read or hear or see or touch it; make them feel it. Wear your art like your heart on your sleeve and keep it alive by making people feel a little better. Feel a little lighter. Create art in order for yourself to become yourselfand let your very existence be your song, your poem, your story.Let your very identity be your book.Let the way people say your name sound like the sweetest melody.So go create. Take photographs in the wood, run alone in the rain and sing your heart out high up on a mountainwhere no one will ever hearand your very existence will be the most hypnotising scar.Make your life be your artand you will never be forgotten.

Charlotte Eriksson

Seed becomes tree, son becomes stranger.

Amit Kalantri

You can not control the thought, but you can control the tongue.

Amit Kalantri

A slip of the foot may injure your body, but a slip of the tongue will injure your bond.

Amit Kalantri

One who doesn't recognise an opportunity is bigger loser than one who tries his hand at an opportunity.

Amit Kalantri

War is not just the shower of bullets and bombs from both sides, it is also the shower of blood and bones on both sides.

Amit Kalantri

My spouse is my shield, my spouse is my strength.

Amit Kalantri

Faster is fatal, slower is safe.

Amit Kalantri

In modern times couples are more concerned about loyalty than love.

Amit Kalantri

Before we complicated life with money, machines and missiles we did well with morals, manpower and meetings.

Amit Kalantri

Mixing old wine with new wine is stupidity, but mixing old wisdom with new wisdom is maturity.

Amit Kalantri

Don't compare the size of your roof with the size of the sky.

Amit Kalantri

Uniform of a soldier and uniform of a student both are equally needed for the nation.

Amit Kalantri

Rich can live better than poor but they cannot live without poor.

Amit Kalantri

In general, poor is polite and rich is rude.

Amit Kalantri

An assembly is extra slow in taking actions.

Amit Kalantri

Routine ruins the life, variety vitalise the life.

Amit Kalantri

In the business people with expertise, experience and evidence will make more profitable decisions than people with instinct, intuition and imagination.

Amit Kalantri

The smell of the sweat is not sweet, but the fruit of the sweat is very sweet.

Amit Kalantri

Don't mention your move before you make a move.

Amit Kalantri

With right fashion, every female would be a flame.

Amit Kalantri

All worries are less with wine.

Amit Kalantri

Some people when they see cheese, chocolate or cake they don't think of calories.

Amit Kalantri

The salt is to the food, what soul is to the body.

Amit Kalantri

A good food is mouthwatering when you see it and finger licking when you eat it.

Amit Kalantri

We love our mother because she cares and also because she cooks.

Amit Kalantri

Any girl with a grin never looks grim.

Amit Kalantri

An old fashioned outfit is not a costume, it's a comedy.

Amit Kalantri

You cannot choose your face but you can choose your dress.

Amit Kalantri

In any game, the game itself is the prize, no matter who wins, ultimately both lose the game.

Amit Kalantri

It is the sweat of the servants that make their squire look smart.

Amit Kalantri

Power does not pardon, power punishes.

Amit Kalantri

Fashion doesn't make you perfect, but it makes you pretty.

Amit Kalantri

Texting is not talking and a phone is not a friend.

Amit Kalantri

Dresses won't worn out in the wardrobe, but that is not what dresses are designed for.

Amit Kalantri

Dresses don't look beautiful on hangers.

Amit Kalantri

It's time to shop high heels if your fiance kisses you on the forehead.

Amit Kalantri

Hands can cook, hands can create, hands can kill. There is no better tool than our hands.

Amit Kalantri

A true professional not only follows but loves the processes, policies and principles set by his profession.

Amit Kalantri

A professional who doesn't deliver as committed is not just lazy, he is a liar.

Amit Kalantri

A good swordsman is more important than a good sword.

Amit Kalantri

Music is the fastest motivator in the world.

Amit Kalantri

Common man's patience will bring him more happiness than common man's power.

Amit Kalantri

When you were making excuses someone else was making enterprise.

Amit Kalantri

In united families, they might sleep with half filled stomach but no one sleeps with empty stomach.

Amit Kalantri

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