Seamless Story Quotes & Sayings

I was lucky enough to see the original cast of 'In the Heights.' This one blew my mind. The infusion of Latin, hip hop and rap with musical theatre, great storytelling and talent was a powerful combination to me during a time when I'd not been moved by much! — Josh Young

CHAPTER LXXIX THE LAST DAYS OF MARY MASTERS — Anthony Trollope

Do not shine like jade, instead be humble like a rock. — Lao-Tzu

Just don't ask me to deliver any more satyr babies and we'll get along great. — Rick Riordan

A good
trap, like a good story, has to arise naturally from the environment.
It has to be seamless. If the prey suspects what's coming,
they'll bolt. — E.J. Patten

I know this hasn't been a seamless narrative. I've had to shatter the story and string its fragments out along a death lasting decades. — Peter Watts

As everybody in the Andes knows, when the devil comes to work his evil on earth he sometimes takes the shape of a limping gringo stranger. And — Mario Vargas-Llosa

My favorite films are when all of the technicalities are so seamless and so well done that I'm not thinking about them - you're able to go full-on into the story versus talking about edgy this moment was. — Condola Rashad

Forecasters tend to learn less and less about more and more, until in the end they know nothing about everything. — Edgar Fiedler

False words do not bring forth fruit. — Sophocles

There are some men, Jepp, whose lives are like this
a single volume. Their story is seamless, without fissures or breaks. They live but one life. Then there are others, like you and me, whose lives are a series of volumes. Their stories stop and must be started up again. They must accept this is so, and put one book away on the shelf in order to start another. — Katherine Marsh

I don't have children, and I'm not in a relationship, so I have the time to devote to myself. — Marie Helvin

I've learned ... That simple walks with my father around the block on summer nights when I was a child did wonders for me as an adult. — Andy Rooney

For a week the sun had been nothing but a puffy, seamless sheet of white, and this Tuesday had begun the same. But as the day progressed, the grayness receded like a mist, the sky's white became more illumined from behind, then occasionally a patch of blue would open. Then another here and there, until blue touched blue and they became background for streaks and wisps of cloud. Sunlight, rays of it, gave a brightness like spring, a direct and golden-yellow brightness unlike the trapped, refracted glow of a winter's day, and to that homogeneous cityscape that lay so inert and wide and flat, just a few spring rays of sunshine gave a sudden depth and dimension to everything. Individual things came alive, as if each stood brightly before you, each with its own story. — Geoffrey Wood

It flattered her, where she was most susceptible of flattery, to think how, wound about in their hearts, however long they lived she would be woven ... — Virginia Woolf

Jesus, you're a bossy motherfucker," Nick muttered. "Then again, you always were." "You don't know the half of it," Knight muttered back, but did it grinning. — Kristen Ashley