Stroytelling Quotes & Sayings

I'm 20 years old. I spend my days in a dictionary and half my mind in Fantasy. — Almney King

A people is but the attempt of many To rise to the completer life of one; And those who live as models for the mass Are singly of more value than they all. — Robert Browning

Tell me the word that will win you, and I will speak it. I will speak the stars of heaven into a crown for your head; I will speak the flowers of the field into a cloak; I will speak the racing stream into a melody for your ears and the voices of a thousand larks to sing it; I will speak the softness of night for your bed and the warmth of summer for your coverlet; I will speak the brightness of flame to light your way and the luster of gold to shine in your smile; I will speak until the hardness in you melts away and your heart is free ... — Stephen R. Lawhead

What use are cartridges in battle? I always carry chocolate instead. — George Bernard Shaw

When you're washing up, pray. Be thankful that there are plates to be washed; that means there was food, that you fed someone, that you're lavished care on one or more people, that you cooked and laid the table. ...
There are women who say: "I'm not going to do the washing up let the men do it." Fine, let the men do it if they want to, but that has nothing to do with equality ... I'd be accused of working against the feminist cause. Nonsense! As if washing up or wearing a bra or having someone open or close a door could be humiliating to me as a woman. The fact is, I love it when a man opens the door for me. ... in my soul is written: "I'm being treated like a goddess. I'm a queen. — Paulo Coelho

...I'd like to know what you want out of life."
"I don't know what I want anymore." I toyed with the delicate lace on my pillowcase, wishing that lovely things didn't have to be so fragile. — Anita Higman

In large studio paintings ... composition, or arrangement, may be better studied, and nearer perfection, washes may be more suavely graded ... — Walter J. Phillips

Perhaps, a sin that humbles you is better than a good deed that makes you arrogant. — Hamza Yusuf

The sight of her had pierced him, making her the enterer, had she but known it, and him the entered. Perhaps she had known, on reflection. Perhaps she'd fled from his passivity, from his ease beneath the spike of her beauty. If so, he would undo her revulsion with tonight's business. Here, — Clive Barker