A story conducted by the time of a clock and calendars alone would be a story not of human beings but of mechanical toys.
Mary LascellesTags: stories novels calendars clock
A story has its purpose and its path. It must be told correctly for it to be understood.
Marcus SedgwickTags: stories story storytelling
Stories, like people and butterflies and songbirds' eggs and human hearts and dreams, are also fragile things, made up of nothing stronger or more lasting than twenty-six letters and a handful of punctuation marks. Or they are words on the air, composed of sounds and ideas-abstract, invisible, gone once they've been spoken-and what could be more frail than that? But some stories, small, simple ones about setting out on adventures or people doing wonders, tales of miracles and monsters, have outlasted all the people who told them, and some of them have outlasted the lands in which they were created.
Neil GaimanTags: stories
Stories are light. Light is precious in a world so dark. Begin at the beginning. Tell Gregory a story. Make some light.
Kate DiCamilloTags: stories dark darkness light story
In the light, we read the inventions of others; in the darkness we invent our own stories.
Alberto ManguelTags: write stories read dark light
Books wrote our life story, and as they accumulated on our shelves (and on our windowsills, and underneath our sofa, and on top of our refrigerator), they became chapters in it themselves.
Anne FadimanTags: reading books stories story book
If the story-tellers could ha' got decency and good morals from true stories, who'd have troubled to invent parables?
Thomas HardyTags: humor morals stories parables
The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story.
Ursula K. Le GuinTags: reading books stories story reader
There are all kinds of silences and each of them means a different thing. There is the silence that comes with morning in a forest, and this is different from the silence of a sleeping city. There is silence after a rainstorm, and before a rainstorm, and these are not the same. There is the silence of emptiness, the silence of fear, the silence of doubt. There is a certain silence that can emanate from a lifeless object as from a chair lately used, or from a piano with old dust upon its keys, or from anything that has answered to the need of a man, for pleasure or for work. This kind of silence can speak. Its voice may be melancholy, but it is not always so; for the chair may have been left by a laughing child or the last notes of the piano may have been raucous and gay. Whatever the mood or the circumstance, the essence of its quality may linger in the silence that follows. It is a soundless echo.
Beryl MarkhamTags: women adventure africa stories pilot
Stories can conquer fear, you know. They can make the heart bigger.
Ben OkriTags: stories
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