Story in sentence

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A good reader has an artist's passion, a willingness to get caught up in the story, but just as importantly, the readers also needs the coolness of judgment of a scientist, which acts to temper and complicate the reader's intuitive reactions to the story.

The problem was that they listened to the wrong story.

But perhaps if they'd been able to read their fears more like a scientist, with more coolness of judgment, they would have listened instead to the less violent but the more likely tale, the story of starvation, and headed for Tahiti, just as Melville's sad commentary suggests.

For example, this construction, the dative, is used not only to transfer things, but also for the metaphorical transfer of ideas, as when we say, "She told a story to me" or "told me a story," "Max taught Spanish to the students" or "taught the students Spanish."

And when you find this in other animals, it's always the same story.

The New York Times finally noticed this asteroid with a front-page story last July showing how the decline of marriage contributes to inequality.

We had to write our own Greek myth, our own creation story, so I wrote a story about an owl who challenged Hermes to a flying race, and the owl cheated, and Hermes, being a Greek god, grew angry and bitter, and turned the owl into a moon, so the owl had to live the rest of his life as a moon while he watched his family and friends play at night.

And it was a story that was told with words and pictures, exactly what I do now for a living, and I sometimes let the words have the stage on their own, and sometimes I allowed the pictures to work on their own to tell the story.

And I took the headmaster to task and then I also wrote an ongoing story about a boy named Wesley who was unlucky in love, and I just swore up and down that this wasn't about me, but all these years later it was totally me.

I transferred to RISD as a sophomore, and it was there that I took every course that I could on writing, and it was there that I wrote a story about a giant orange slug who wanted to be friends with this kid.

I'd like to share with you the story of one of my patients called Celine.

Now, I have shared this story with you as an example of what can happen to participants in the clinical trial when it is poorly conducted.

Her story has a positive ending, but there are thousands of others in similar situations who are much less fortunate.

And those things are true, but they're only one half of the story, because the thing that we never say on camera, that I have never said on camera, is, "I am insecure."

But I'm also happy and honored to be up here and I think that it's great that I got to come before 10 or 20 or 30 years had passed and I'd had more agency in my career, because maybe then I wouldn't tell the story of how I got my first job, or maybe I wouldn't tell the story of how I paid for college, which seems so important right now.

So what I'm going to suggest is that vitamin D is not the only story in town.

Now, what we were careful to do was, vitamin D is made by ultraviolet B rays and we wanted to separate our story from the vitamin D story.

We're still working at this story, we're still developing it, we're still expanding it.

Are they absorbing the story that a male hero's job is to defeat the villain with violence and then collect the reward, which is a woman who has no friends and doesn't speak?

Are we soaking up that story?

I'm going to steal a story from a friend of mine, a Bosnian friend, about what happened to her, because I think it will illustrate for you exactly what it feels like.

I believe a story there has to be told.

And an aid worker friend of mine told me the most beautiful story, or I find it beautiful.

But what I do hope is that if you remember anything I said or any of my stories tomorrow morning over breakfast, if you can remember the story of Sarajevo, or the story of Rwanda, then I've done my job.

Soon, a story develops.

Of course this is an infantile story, but thinking up one sentence after the next is the same thing a professional writer like me does.

Here's my story: I was an eighth grader and I entered a drawing contest at school in Gyeongbokgung.

Contemporary art, I later discovered, isn't explained by a lame story like mine.

I'm just one woman with a story to tell.

I'm here to tell you the story of crazy love, a psychological trap disguised as love, one that millions of women and even a few men fall into every year.

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