#story

People don't want their lives fixed. Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messes cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#resolutions #story

Part of me aches at the thought of her being so close yet so untouchable, but her story and mine are different now. It wasn't easy for me to accept this simple truth, because there was a time when our stories were the same, but that was six years and two lifetimes ago. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#nicholas-sparks #story

A moment of reserve. "That was it? The whole story?" "Yes. God, you're right. That was pants." I sidestep another aggressive couscous vendor. "Pants?" "Rubbish. Crap. Shite." Pants. Oh heavens, that's cute. ↗

— Stephanie Perkins

#story

Humans are pattern-seeking story-telling animals, and we are quite adept at telling stories about patterns, whether they exist or not. ↗

— Michael Shermer

#perceptions #storytelling #perception

There are only patterns, patterns on top of patterns, patterns that affect other patterns. Patterns hidden by patterns. Patterns within patterns. If you watch close, history does nothing but repeat itself. What we call chaos is just patterns we haven't recognized. What we call random is just patterns we can't decipher. what we can't understand we call nonsense. What we can't read we call gibberish. There is no free will. There are no variables. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#history #history-repeating-itself #patterns #free

It frustrates and fascinates me that we'll never know for sure, that despite the best efforts of historians and scientists and poets, there are some things we'll just never know. What the first song sounded like. How it felt to see the first photograph. Who kissed the first kiss, and if it was any good. ↗

— Isaac Marion

#the-unknowable #effort

History is a gallery of pictures in which there are few originals and many copies. ↗

— Alexis de Tocqueville

#copies #few #gallery #many #originals

She had not known how to tell him that his loving whispers were always in her ears, like a story she’d been told, the story of a thing she did not deserve. But he understood. He called those thoughts “the baby teeth of a snake,” and swore he would rip them out of her, and pledged to prove to her that the opposite was true. And he didn’t even have to explain to her what he meant by “the opposite”; she knew it was the opposite of her. ↗

— David Grossman

#love

It must be wonderful to marry the person whom we really love.” Lany said dazed. Antony turned his gaze from the moon and faced the girl's face. “You have ever had that feeling.” He said looking into her dark eyes. She shrugged as she was embarrassed at the coherent thought of the boy. “I never had that feeling, because I never loved that man. ↗

— Pet Torres

#love #love-story #love

And among many understandings and misunderstandings, Lany and Antony once again were victims of an illusory love... ↗

— Pet Torres

#love #love-story #lovers #love