Quotes of: True-story Keyword

The three children had hear the story of the Duene lovers, but they interpreted it differently. And it does not matter, ultimately, what they heard or even what they knew. It is how they interpret the story that will make all the difference.

Land of Love and Drowning

All of us to one degree or another disconnect from God’s story because we are fundamentally committed to being the author of our own stories.

Landmarks: Turning Points on Your Journey Toward God

Pride is instilled. It's what we carry with us every day of our lives.

Letters to My Daughter: A Collection of Short Stories and Poems about Love, Pride, and Identity

A child’s stories are simpler to understand because the language has not been developed to the point of high abstraction. An adult tells stories far more obtuse in nature.

Listening and Caring Skills in Ministry: A Guide for Groups and Leaders

Perhaps writing a story or a novel was not something that should be done for money, or to win praise, but for the sheer sensual pleasure of it. I liked that idea. It made me want to write lots of stories, to give myself that pleasure.

Love Has No Limits

I was living "every girl's" dream. But I had yet to find my own passion, my personal project, the thing that would help make Paris mine.

Lunch in Paris: A Love Story, with Recipes

They weren't tears of sadness or even tears of joy. I was just overflowing. Like so many things since I'd been here, I didn't yet understand it, but I felt it.

Lunch in Paris: A Love Story, with Recipes

For the record, I'm not an indecisive person, and I'm not a coward. I just have a very detailed imaginary life, and it sometimes takes precedence over what's actually happening around me.

Lunch in Paris: A Love Story, with Recipes

But you speak of Master Gandalf, as if he was in a story that had come to an end.' 'Yes, we do,' said Pippin sadly. 'The story seems to be going on, but I am afraid Gandalf has fallen out of it.

The Lord of the Rings

Life wastes nothing. Over and over again every molecule that has ever been is gathered up by the hand of life to be reshaped into yet another form. p 259

My Grandfather's Blessings : Stories of Strength, Refuge, and Belonging

How remarkable we are in our ability to hide things from ourselves - our conscious minds only a small portion of our actual minds, jellyfish floating on a vast dark sea of knowing and deciding.

The Story of a Marriage

A 2006 Harvard University study shows that entrepreneurs who have failed in their previous enterprise have an almost one-in-five chance of success in their next start-up

Start-up Nation: The Story of Israel's Economic Miracle

Cannot it actually be that in a wildly literal sense, unacceptable to one's reason, he meant disappearing in his art, dissolving in his verse, thus leaving of himself, of his nebulous person, nothing but verse?

The Stories of Vladimir Nabokov

If my name were C. Ross, I’d definitely be religious.

A Story That Talks about Talking Is Like Chatter to Chattering Teeth, and Every Set of Dentures Can Attest to the Fact That No..

Aside from murder alibis and kinky sex, what good are clones?

A Story That Talks about Talking Is Like Chatter to Chattering Teeth, and Every Set of Dentures Can Attest to the Fact That No..

Behind the waterfall of love you’ll find me, hiding in a barrel.

A Story That Talks about Talking Is Like Chatter to Chattering Teeth, and Every Set of Dentures Can Attest to the Fact That No..

I am the mouth that represents the People’s Republic of Chin

A Story That Talks about Talking Is Like Chatter to Chattering Teeth, and Every Set of Dentures Can Attest to the Fact That No..

I went to the mountains, but they were closed. Apparently I wasn’t on Mountain Time.

A Story That Talks about Talking Is Like Chatter to Chattering Teeth, and Every Set of Dentures Can Attest to the Fact That No..

God help me! I am small and alone but I must help them; and I most not waste a moment, because every moment another soul dies.

The Survivors: The Story of the Belsen Remnant

No sentía sed ni hambre. No sentía nada, aparte de una indeferencia general por la vida y la muerte. Pensé que me estaba muriendo. Y esa idea me llenó de una extraña y oscura esperanza.

The Story of a Shipwrecked Sailor

We've got to make change our national pastime and hold protests more regularly than weekend parties.

Steam Drills, Treadmills and Shooting Stars - a story of our times -