#telling

A 'For Sale' sign in your yard during the holidays is like a 'kick me' sign. You are telling buyers you are a distressed seller. ↗

— Ray Brown

#distressed #during #holidays #kick #like

You don't think people would go on about my looks if I was No. 500 in the world instead of No.12, do you? Anyway, as I keep telling everyone, you can't blame me for looking like this on purpose. ↗

— Anna Kournikova

#anyway #blame #everyone #go #i

Instead of me telling them what they need to work on, I wanted to hear from them what they needed to work on. ↗

— Isaiah Thomas

#i #instead #me #need #needed

We all have stories we're living and telling ourselves. ↗

— Bruce Springsteen

#ourselves #stories #telling

How objects are handed on is all about story-telling. I am giving you this because I love you. Or because it was given to me. Because I bought it somewhere special. Because you will care for it. Because it will complicate your life. Because it will make someone else envious. There is no easy story in legacy. What is remembered and what is forgotten? ↗

— Edmund de Waal

#art

Storytelling--that's not the future. The future, I'm afraid, is flashes and impulses. It's mode up of moments and fragments, and stories won't survive. ↗

— Dexter Palmer

#attention-span #future-prediction #storytelling #art

Have you noticed that whatever sport you're trying to learn, some earnest person is always telling you to keep your knees bent? ↗

— Dave Barry

#bent #earnest #keep #knees #learn

Roger left the cricket stumps and they went into the drawing room. Grandpapa, at the first suggestion of reading aloud, had disappeared, taking Patch with him. Grandmama had cleared away the tea. She found her spectacles and the book. It was Black Beauty. Grandmama kept no modern children's books, and this made common ground for the three of them. She read the terrible chapter where the stable lad lets Beauty get overheated and gives him a cold drink and does not put on his blanket. The story was suited to the day. Even Roger listened entranced. And Deborah, watching her grandmother's calm face and hearing her careful voice reading the sentences, thought how strange it was that Grandmama could turn herself into Beauty with such ease. She was a horse, suffering there with pneumonia in the stable, being saved by the wise coachman. After the reading, cricket was anticlimax, but Deborah must keep her bargain. She kept thinking of Black Beauty writing the book. It showed how good the story was, Grandmama said, because no child had ever yet questioned the practical side of it, or posed the picture of a horse with a pen in its hoof. "A modern horse would have a typewriter," thought Deborah, and she began to bowl to Roger, smiling to herself as she did so because of the twentieth-century Beauty clacking with both hoofs at a machine. ("The Pool") ↗

— Daphne du Maurier

#children-s-books #horse #stories #story #storytelling

I'm so tired of people who can't be honest. "Beauty is on the inside" Really?? Then why do rich guys & successful guys always end up with beautiful women but they have lousy personalities?. ↗

— Colin Cowherd

#lies #truth #truth-telling #beauty

As I quietly stare off into space, eyes glazed over and brow thoughtfully taut, know that I am going about my business.  I am a storyteller.  Daydreaming is the best part of my job. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#daydreaming #richelle #richelle-goodrich #storytelling #writing