I can read stories in my book.
She now tells stories in which the imagination plays an important part.
He had written many stories which people at that time liked to read.
He strode through more corridors than she was able to count, down several flights of stairs and finally to a short, dead end hallway with a ceiling that towered ten stories above.
He keeps writing little stories about her.
"Didn't you ever hear your grandparents tell stories about how they met and got married?" she pursued.
Various idle stories are related about him.
The crusaders brought back fresh developments; Gog and Magog (partly Arab and partly Greek) and some Jewish stories were then added.
I often tell them stories or teach them a game, and the winged hours depart and leave us good and happy.
A billion different stories and experiences.
Among his more famous stories are Faedra (1883) and Tine (1889).
Edward heard the stories from father who heard them from Grandfather Quincy who took copious notes.
Much later, in the darkest part of the night, Dean's mind was creating picture stories to amuse itself while his body lay in frozen and unmoving slumber like a fallen mannequin.
A book of stories of adventure on the sea, which he read over and over again when a boy, had filled him with a longing for a seafaring life.
Many other stories are told of this wonderful slave.
Maybe the stories were true.
People at the memorial service had contradictory stories and when Howie pressed them, no one seemed to have any real facts.
We told stories, sang songs, laughed and almost never tolerated silence.
The men spoke among themselves, swapping war stories and discussing the Tucson Sector's influx of vamps.
It towered twenty stories tall and sat in a clearing the size of two football fields.
He understood better the tension between Ne'Rin and nishani after several hesitant stories from Talal of their discussions.
He doesn't care for my stories a bit.
There's a bunch of different stories, but I'm not sure anyone knows.
Are you going to tell everyone...those awful stories about my great-aunt?
None could add anything to their earlier stories and none was particularly happy being called in for questioning when they should have been enjoying their time off.
How many stories did that room have to tell?
Having devoted much time to the study of the Latin writers, historians, orators and poets, and filled his mind with stories of the glories and the power of ancient Rome, he turned his thoughts to the task of restoring his native city to its pristine greatness, his zeal for this work being quickened by the desire to avenge his brother, who had been killed by a noble, a member of the ruling class.
From novels of revolt and tendency novels George Sand turned at last to simple stories of rustic life, the genuine pastoral.
Leslie Stephen advised Thomas Hardy, then an aspiring contributor to the Cornhill, to read George Sand, whose country stories seemed to him perfect.
Just outside the south wall is a Roman necropolis, with massive tombs in masonry, and a Christian catacomb, and a little farther south a tomb in two stories, a mixture of Doric and Ionic architecture, belonging probably to the 2nd century B.C., though groundlessly called Dimensions in English feet.
After some time spent in travel and a successful lecturing tour in Norway and Sweden, he settled in Copenhagen, and produced a series of novels and collections of short stories, which placed him in the front rank of Scandinavian novelists.
The stories of the use of soldiers to produce simulated conversions are incorrect.'
The Socialists and the Freemasons were largely responsible for the agitation, and they filled the country with stories of other priestly and coriventual immoralities, nearly all of which, except the original case at Greco, proved to be without foundation.
But none of these stories rests on trustworthy evidence; on the other hand, there can be no doubt that Aurelius trusted her while she lived, and mourned her loss.
The Persians of Cyrus were a vigorous race of husbandmen, living in a healthy climate, accustomed to hardship, brave and upright.
Several stories of empty rooms rewarded their search, but nothing more; so after a time they came back to the platform again.
In a wonderful book, called "The Arabian Nights," there are many interesting stories about him.
And many other stories are told of this man's great love and pity for the timid creatures which lived in the fields and woods.
To me, those stories feel a bit desperate.
We all know the stories of people who win the lottery—and let's face it, far too often no good comes of it.
Consider the following stories from history:
I offer these stories not to demonstrate that people can be cruel.
Now the "war stories" are about how Mark Zuckerberg was nineteen when he started Facebook, Bill Gates was nineteen when he started Microsoft, and Larry Page and Sergey Brin were in their early twenties when they started Google.
Their stories circulate around the web and their families make blog posts.
All these things are the same today as they were in Shakespeare's time, and because of that, his stories are still very relevant to us.
Of the time when I began to read connected stories I shall speak later.
I was delighted, for my mind was full of the prospective joys and of the wonderful stories I had heard about the sea.
At first I had only a few books in raised print--"readers" for beginners, a collection of stories for children, and a book about the earth called "Our World."
I do not know why it is, but stories in which animals are made to talk and act like human beings have never appealed to me very strongly.
The prattle of the little ones and their pleasure in the stories I told them of elf and gnome, of hero and wily bear, are pleasant things to remember.
Teacher told me about kind gentleman I shall be glad to read pretty story I do read stories in my book about tigers and lions and sheep.
I do read stories in my book about lions and tigers and bears.
Mr. Clemens told us many entertaining stories, and made us laugh till we cried.
Teacher has read me his lively stories about his boyhood, and I enjoyed them greatly.
I have written to her that when Maud learns to read, I shall have many stories to send her.
She likes stories that make her cry--I think we all do, it's so nice to feel sad when you've nothing particular to be sad about.
For weeks we did nothing but talk and read and tell each other stories about Christmas.
Constant repetition makes it easier to learn how to spell a word.
By signs she made me understand that she wished another story, and I gave her a book containing very short stories, written in the most elementary style.
Through Charles Kingsley's "Greek Heroes" she had become familiar with the beautiful stories of the Greek gods and goddesses, and she must have met with the words GOD, HEAVEN, SOUL, and a great many similar expressions in books.
In a letter to a friend at the Perkins Institution, dated May 17, 1889, she gives a reproduction from one of Hans Christian Andersen's stories, which I had read to her not long before.
The original story was read to her from a copy of "Andersen's Stories," published by Leavitt & Allen Bros., and may be found on p. 97 of Part I. in that volume.
Under date of February 24, 1892, after mentioning the order of the publication of the stories in the magazine, she writes:
I shall love to hear of her reception of the book and how she likes the stories which are new to her.
She thinks it is wonderful that two people should write stories so much alike; but she still considers her own as original.
I asked Helen what stories she had read about Jack Frost.
She could not remember that any one had ever read to her any stories about King Frost, but said she had talked with her teacher about Jack Frost and the wonderful things he did.
The man who can write stories thinks of stories to write.
"Yes, stories!" repeated Rostov loudly, looking with eyes suddenly grown furious, now at Boris, now at Bolkonski.
Our stories have some weight, not like the stories of those fellows on the staff who get rewards without doing anything!
There are many stories of his getting to know an officer in just such a chance way and attaching him to himself!
Dolokhov was no longer listening to stories or telling them, but followed every movement of Rostov's hands and occasionally ran his eyes over the score against him.
As usual, in their spare time, they lit bonfires, steamed themselves before them naked; smoked, picked out and baked sprouting rotten potatoes, told and listened to stories of Potemkin's and Suvorov's campaigns, or to legends of Alesha the Sly, or the priest's laborer Mikolka.
The huntsmen assembled with their booty and their stories, and all came to look at the wolf, which, with her broad-browed head hanging down and the bitten stick between her jaws, gazed with great glassy eyes at this crowd of dogs and men surrounding her.
On the way to Bogucharovo, a princely estate with a dwelling house and farm where they hoped to find many domestic serfs and pretty girls, they questioned Lavrushka about Napoleon and laughed at his stories, and raced one another to try Ilyin's horse.
Finally, the latest episode in Poland still fresh in the captain's memory, and which he narrated with rapid gestures and glowing face, was of how he had saved the life of a Pole (in general, the saving of life continually occurred in the captain's stories) and the Pole had entrusted to him his enchanting wife (parisienne de coeur) while himself entering the French service.
While listening to these love stories his own love for Natasha unexpectedly rose to his mind, and going over the pictures of that love in his imagination he mentally compared them with Ramballe's tales.
Stories were whispered of how differently the two Empresses behaved in these difficult circumstances.
He liked to hear the folk tales one of the soldiers used to tell of an evening (they were always the same), but most of all he liked to hear stories of real life.
The French called it Azor; the soldier who told stories called it Femgalka; Karataev and others called it Gray, or sometimes Flabby.
Petya had heard in the army many stories of Dolokhov's extraordinary bravery and of his cruelty to the French, so from the moment he entered the hut Petya did not take his eyes from him, but braced himself up more and more and held his head high, that he might not be unworthy even of such company.
When her vocal organs needed exercise, which was usually toward seven o'clock when she had had an after-dinner rest in a darkened room, the pretext would be the retelling of the same stories over and over again to the same audience.
Imagine the stories that must lurk in the walls of this house.
Wild imagination, listening to too many stories, or maybe because I have the ranch.
"No," Betsy answered, "We just heard stories from a friend.
She'd jumped the two stories to the ground and was running towards a large garage.
There appeared to be no such thing as a do-it-yourself manual for seeing the future, but the books had a few good—if bizarre—anecdotal stories that gave her ideas.
Falling thirty stories onto the hard sand of the Sanctuary did nothing to help.
He sat at the window overlooking the street two dozen stories below.
The fortress around the courtyard was four stories tall and lined with wooden doors indicating guest rooms.
"Only in your mystery stories, not in Parkside," Dean answered disgustedly.
The demon does not care for him, either, and tells me stories too frightening to be true.
She opened the mini blinds and looked down at the busy city six stories below.
She had been so certain that he was making up stories – hiding his identity – that she had insulted him.
I read pretty stories in the book you sent me, about Charles and his boat, and Arthur and his dream, and Rosa and the sheep.
Helen is as eager to have stories told her as any hearing child I ever knew.
Between bites, Martha regaled the few late rising guests that lingered around the dining room with stories of her adventure and the bus window sights she'd visited.
Three stories tall, the old mill stood picturesquely at the edge of the river, an old metal one-lane bridge at one side beckoned travelers to visit the lush pastures on the other side.
I've heard the stories about the mortal world.
The ground floor consisted of formal dining and living areas, to include a hearth whose chimney stretched all the way to the top of the condo, two stories up.