…what your life means depends on how you tell the story. — Matthew Woodring Stover, Caine Black Knife
…what your life means depends on how you tell the story. — Matthew Woodring Stover, Caine Black Knife
…what your life means depends on how you tell the story. — Matthew Woodring Stover, Caine Black Knife
…what your life means depends on how you tell the story. — Matthew Woodring Stover, Caine Black Knife
…what your life means depends on how you tell the story. — Matthew Woodring Stover, Caine Black Knife
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…what your life means depends on how you tell the story.

— Matthew Woodring Stover, Caine Black Knife
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More “Stories” Quotes

What spares us is memory,” he said. “It’s what makes us worth saving. However low we sink, whatever promise we no longer — Frederick Weisel, Teller
We can free ourselves from the old stories that have reduced us & allow real love for ourselves to blossom. — Sharon Salzberg, Real Love: The Art of Mindful Connection
We ourselves, will resurrect the memory in order to savor it and carry it forth into the world. We will fling it at one — Chuck Palahniuk, Make Something Up: Stories You Can't Unread
A chair can be more valuable in memories than, say, a precious gem. A gem could have no stories to share; no lives alter — Lauren Lola, An Absolute Mind
It was one of the few stories we told the same way. — Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl
It would be one hell of an addition to someone's scrapbook. (Dark City Lights) — Bill Bernico
What I know are simple truths. I know that the fabric of memory is reinforced by stories, rent by silences. I know that — Okey Ndibe, Arrows of Rain
There’s no way to really preserve a person when they’ve gone and that’s because whatever you write down it’s not the tru — Steven Hall, The Raw Shark Texts
But it is always easy to put together stories about a past which nobody any longer remembers, like those about journeys — Marcel Proust, Time Regained
We carry our wounds and perhaps even worse, our capacity to wound, forward with us. If we learn not only to tell our sto — Patricia Hampl, I Could Tell You Stories: Sojourns in the Land of Memory
The first and last weakness of his life, before him again. For a moment he felt himself blinded by his own memories; his — Wilkie Collins, The Woman in White
People's lives take them strange places. They do strange things, and... well, sometimes they can't talk about them. — Alan Moore, Watchmen