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Stories Quotes (page 93)

Let me tell you how the story ends, where the good guys die and the bad guys win. It doesn't matter how many friend you make, but the graffite they write on your grave. Gerard Way
Strange and harrowing must be his story; frightful the storm which embraced the gallant vessel on its course, and wrecked it--thus! Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley
Scraps of memory: this is not how a climax should be written. A climax should surge towards its Himalayan peak; but I am left with shreds, and must jerk towards my crisis like a puppet with broken strings. This is not what I had planned; but perhaps the story you finish is never the one you begin. Salman Rushdie
Her little shoulders drove me mad; I hugged her and hugged her. And she loved it.'I love love,' she said, closing her eyes. I promised her beautiful love. I gloated over her. Our stories were told; we subsided into silence and sweet anticipatory thoughts. It was as simple as that. You could have all your Peaches and Bettys and Marylous and Ritas and Camilles and Inezes in this world; this was my girl and my kind of girlsoul, and I told her that. Jack Kerouac
Alice! A childish story take, And with a gentile hand. Lay it where Childhood dreams are twined. In memory's mystic band, Like pilgrim's withered wreath of flowers. Pluck'd in a far off land. Lewis Carroll
Ah. My story. Are you certain you wish to hear it? It is long, unlikely, and remarkably unedifying -- shameful, even, to come from a minister's lips. Blasphemous, too, properly regarded. Peter S. Beagle
Will they reach the nursery in time? If so, how delightful for them, and we shall all breathe a sigh of relief, but there will be no story. On the other hand, if they are not in time, I solemnly promise that it will all come right in the end. J. M. Barrie
A story can always break into pieces while it sits inside a book on a shelf; and, decades after we have read it even twenty times, it can open us up, by cut or caress, to a new truth. Andre Dubus
If there were a way of putting an end to himself by some purely mental act he would put an end to himself at once, without further ado. His mind is full of stories of people who bring about their end - who methodically pay bills, write goodbye notes, burn old love letters, label keys, and then, once everything is in order, don their Sunday best and swallow down pills they have hoarded for the occasion and settle themselves on their neatly made beds and compose features for oblivion. Heroes... J. M. Coetzee
And the people listened, and their faces were quiet with listening. The story tellers, gathering attention into their tales, spoke in great rhythms, spoke in great words because the tales were great, and the listeners became great through them. John Steinbeck
There are as many stories to be told as there are people to tell them about; only the mean-spirited would consider there to be a competition at all. Charles de Lint
Helen Keller quote: "My friends have made the story of my life."
My friends have made the story of my life. Helen Keller
(From the story The Last Days of a Famous Mime)He said nothing. He was mildly annoyed at her presumption: that he had not thought this many, many times before. With perfect misunderstanding she interpreted his passivity as disdain. Wishing to hurt him, she slapped his face. Wishing to hurt her, he smiled brilliantly. Peter Carey
James Patterson quote: "When I write I pretend I'm telling a story to someone in the..."
When I write I pretend I'm telling a story to someone in the room and I don't want them to get up until I'm finished. James Patterson
Back to the books. The world’s largest bell was built in 1733 in Moscow, and weighed in at more than four hundred thousand pounds. It never rang—it was broken by fire before it could be struck. What a sad little story. All that work, all that planning, all those expectations—then nothing. Now it just sits there in Russia, a big metallic symbol of failure. I have a moment of silence for the silent bell. A. J. Jacobs

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