Stories Of People Quotes

“And while they're being told, stories create the energy that makes this world go. They keep our stars in place. They make our grass grow.”
― Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood

“I came to, looking as together as one of Phil Spector’s hairdos. I felt like Clark Kent after a hard night on the kryptonite. I opened one eye. The morning sunlight slatted its way through the wooden shutters. The bed was strewn with naked bodies. A one-hundred-dollar bill was fluttering in the breeze, poised as it was, between a groupie’s buttocks. Even more concerning, a five-hundred-dollar bill was fluttering between mine.”
― Harry F. MacDonald, Magic Alex and the Secret History of Rock and Roll

“What’s missing from the literature of our species are the stories of the peasants. The filthy illiterate. Those with no firm address, no surname. No one to impress, nothing to lose. But the poor tell stories, too.”
― Gregory Maguire, Hiddensee

“Writing is more about telling other peoples' stories than your own”
― Carla H. Krueger

“Memorable stories of every culture tell us what principles the citizenry saved their smiles for and shed their sorrowful tears lamenting.”
― Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

“Some love stories never end.”
― Avijeet Das, Why the Silhouette?

“Storytelling creates a healing serum. The thematic unguent of our personal story represents a fusion of the ineffable truths that each of us must discover within ourselves.”
― Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

“Find the stories that help you comprehend the incomprehensible

Find the stories that make you stronger.”
― Eleanor Davis, How to Be Happy

“Were my imagination greater I would grant stories to the souls lost to history. Were I able to hear with my bones I wold know the underside of their colossal silence.”
― Janisse Ray, Drifting into Darien: A Personal and Natural History of the Altamaha River

“Everyone has a story. Cultivate the patience to listen to people’s stories, and you will have better relationships.”
― Wayne Gerard Trotman

“Some stories remain incomplete but they are beautiful.”
― Avijeet Das

“If you are too much interested in the story of others, then your own story will be orphaned!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Good stories are thematic and thought provoking. Every story has a meaning to the teller; sometimes the actual meaning of the story is latent. Is storytelling evidence of how we go about taking measure of our action-filled lives? Do stories tell how we hunker down in a foxhole in an all-out effort to survive? Does storytelling also pay homage to how the mind is predisposed to roam about in a cloudbank while we are belly crawling on the battlefield of time? Does the sprawl of our stories delve into what cinematic themes we find worthy of living for and risk death chasing? What does the synecdoche of our stories tell us about people and how does this knowledge assist us fit into this diverse world as individuals? Do self-selected stories guide us in choosing how to go about life? Does the hard kernel of our personal story allow us to reconcile how we actually live with how other well-meaning people coached us to live? Do poignant stories of our generation tell us whether we should aim for a life of leisure, aspire to acquire wealth, pine to take pleasurable junkets, maneuver to climb the ladder of social prestige, altruistically give to charity, or stoically sacrifice personal delight in order to mollify a religious deity? What does the sanctified marrow of cherished stories tell us about life?”
― Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

“Do provocative stories tell us what it means to be human? Do spine-tingling stories assist us to comprehend what it takes to make our way in an amorphous world littered with anarchy and despair? Is a collection of stories a cognitive effort to draw out conceptual insight and hand down derived wisdom? Is storytelling a therapeutic modality? Does the structural mechanics of folktales, short stories, and novels serve as a storehouse of useful information, or does their precision gadgetry provide for an interactive interface to wring more awareness out of human experience? How does the amorous meandering of a conscientious voice wending its way through beloved stories help us perform our own romantic shape making? Can reading and writing along with telling our personal stories with lyrical realism actually burn new neural routes through the brain? Can merely sharing bands of thought waves connect the reader to the writer, and connect the speaker to the listener?”
― Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

“The stories of people who came before us seeking slabs of truth forges an integral part of our personal survival plan.”
― Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

“Imagine writing some deep meaningful stories which make people, even sadder, if they try to understand the situation of yours behind those gut-wrenching stories.”
― Mohammed Israil

“Ruhi blushed. She had a peculiar way of being
embarrassed. She would restrain a smile and look at my wrist, or my ring, or my sleeves, or my shirt collar - just about any place that would keep her gaze away from my eyes.”
― Ameya Bondre, Afsaane - A Collection of Short Stories

“There is no way to live only in your own story; one way or another, you will get into the story of others!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“There's a story behind every person. There's a reason why they're the way they are. They aren't just like that because they want to. Something in the past created them, and sometimes it's impossible to fix them.”
― Indraneel B

“Everyday is a movie, only if everybody's lives were captured on reel.”
― Suyasha Subedi

“Perhaps what unites this group of disparate souls is their unique sense of humor, one only an eighty or a ninety year old has. With each of those who shared their tales, I’ve smiled, chuckled, laughed out loud, and occasionally doubled over and laughed till I cried.”
― Rona Simmons, The Other Veterans of World War II: Stories from Behind the Front Lines

“At day’s end, when released from their chores, they fastened earmuffs under their chins, stole their mothers’ scarves to wind around their necks, and boarded wheeled vehicles they had fashioned from crates and boxes. Without engines or wings, the contraptions were earthbound, but, as they bumped their way downhill, the summer air breezed past the boys’ sky-angled faces, and if they dared close their eyes, they swore the crates took flight.”
― Rona Simmons, A Gathering of Men

“And this is their story. One of boys becoming men and waking to the prospects of life. One of flight. Of breaking ties to the earth and gliding over the hills of western North Carolina and over cities with unfamiliar names, like Schweinfurt and Regensburg, and through skies thick with flak. Of touching the clouds, the moon, and the stars. One of enduring friendship, duty, and honor.”
― Rona Simmons, A Gathering of Men

“They were said to be suffering from battle or combat fatigue, or being “flak happy,” a condition we now call Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.
Most recovered from the stress when removed from combat. Some, however, carried it with them the rest of their lives.”
― Rona Simmons, A Gathering of Men

“Miracle story about Lahiri Mahasaya from a woman disciple, Abhoya, from Chapter 31, titled "An Interview with the Sacred Mother", in the book "Autobiography of a Yogi" by Yogananda*:

She [Abhoya] and her husband, a Calcutta lawyer, started one day for Banaras to visit the guru. Their carriage was delayed by heavy traffic; they reached the Howrah main station in Calcutta only to hear the Banaras train whistling for departure.

Abhoya, near the ticket office, stood quietly.
"Lahiri Mahasaya, I beseech thee to stop the train!" she silently prayer. "I cannot suffer the pangs of delay in waiting another day to see thee."

The wheels of the snorting train continued to move round and round, but there was no onward progress. The engineer and passengers descended to the platform to view the phenomenon.
An English railroad guard approached Abhoya and her husband. Contrary to all precedent, the guard volunteered his services. "Babu," he said, "give me the money. I will buy your tickets while you get aboard."

As soon as the couple was seated and had received the tickets, the train slowly moved forward. In panic, the engineer and passangers clambered again to their places, knowing neither how hte train started nor why it had stopped in the first place.

Arriving at hte home of Lahiri Mahasaya in Banaras, Abhoya silently prostrated herself before the master, and tried to touch his feet.
"Compose yourself, Abhoya," he remarked. "How you love to bother me! As if you could not have come here by the next train!

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*More Lahiri Mahasaya miracle stories can be found in this chapter of this book.”
― Lahiri Mahasaya

“We can't meaningfully proceed with healing, with restoration, without "re-story-ation".”
― Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants

“I invite you to come along as I tell stories of the guides who show me the way, or rather, the multiplicity of ways, to live a centered, abundant life of prayer and action, insights and habits.”
― Karen Wright Marsh, Wake Up to Wonder: 22 Invitations to Amazement in the Everyday

“As a Mental Health Advocate, I've learned that some stories take time to surface—patience is part of the healing process. Learn to understand when their isolation feels like rejection to you, because if they don't put themselves first, they're going to 'break'. To those who struggle to open up, know that your silence is understood, and your journey will unfold in its own time. Your story is safe with me, whether it’s told today, tomorrow, or when you’re ready ”
― Carson Anekeya

“Some stories bleed into reality, and you can’t unwrite them.”
― Daniel Ruczko, Purgatory

“Panisses, those chickpea fritters sold by vendors on every street corner, and served with harissa, tomatoes, or roasted halloumi, or grilled sardines; navettes, the little orange-flower biscuits Louis serves with coffee; fougasse, that crispy Provençal bread, enriched with olive oil and herbs; pieds paquets in spicy tomato sauce; olive tapenade with salt lemon confit.It feels good to learn, and Louis admits that I may have an aptitude. He has grown warmer towards me. The customers are happy. I am even allowed officially to handle the book of recipes.
Each one has a story. This tapenade is the first thing she made, when she was only eight years old, in her grandmother's kitchen. This is her mother's clafoutis, made with the fat yellow cherries from the tree at the back of the garden. And these pomponettes are what she made for the guests on her wedding day; scented with orange blossom and sprinkled with nuts and sugar. Orange is the scent of hope, she writes in hasty handwriting. A promise of something small and sweet. A vow, built from spun sugar and dreams, melting in the sunlight.”
― Joanne Harris, Vianne