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Maybe it’s not about the happy ending. Maybe it’s about the story.

One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar.

Ducking for apples — change one letter and it’s the story of my life.

The history of my life is the history of the struggle between an overwhelming urge to write and a combination of circumstances bent on keeping me from it.

And there she was, alone and walking out in the cornfield while everyone else I cared for sat together in one room. She would always feel me and think of me. I could see that, but there was no longer anything I could do. Ruth had been a girl haunted and now she would be a woman haunted. First by accident and now by choice. All of it, the story of my life and death, was hers if she chose tot ell it, even to one person at a time.

My friend, I am going to tell you the story of my life, as you wish; and if it were only the story of my life I think I would not tell it; for what is one man that he should make much of his winters, even when they bend him like a heavy snow?

Every film I have made has corresponded to a very special moment of my life. I like to think that if someone wanted to reconstruct the story of my life, they can just see my movies and know what I have been through.

If I were to write the story of my life, I would shock the world.

When I arrive at the gates of Heaven the Good Lord will ask ‘what did you do in your life?’ I will respond ‘I tried to win football matches.’ He will say: ‘Are you certain that’s all?’ But, well, that’s the story of my life.

I appreciate all the people I’ve met through curling. It’s been woven through the story of my life. But that win-at-all-costs attitude is, thankfully, no longer there. Still, when I step on the ice, something goes through my veins. It’s showtime. When you’ve spent over 40 years chasing something, it never leaves you.

All that running and getting nowhere, he thought. Story of my life.

Madison Square Garden, November 1984. I don’t recall taking too much fear into the ring. I knew I could fight. But I got a big shock. They put me in with this rough, tough veteran called Lionel Byarm. He tested me to the limit. But I fought my heart out and, in the end, I prevailed. The story of my life, in my very first fight.

The story of my life has been of public interest, which is why I’ve been so passionate about having a private identity. When I step into a character, people have to be able to suspend their disbelief; they have to be able to divorce me from Hermiona. And not having everyone know every single intimate detail of my entire life is part of me trying to protect my ability to do my job well.

The story of my life can be told in silver: in chocolate mills, serving spoons, and services for twelve. The story of my life has nothing to do with me. The story of my life is things. Things that aren’t mine, that won’t ever be mine. It’s all I’ve ever known. I wish it wasn’t.

My first program taught me a lot about the errors that I was going to be making in the future, and also about how to find errors. That’s sort of the story of my life, making errors and trying to recover from them. I try to get things correct. I probably obsess about not making too many mistakes.

Each piece of jewellery tells a story of my life. Picking one particular piece as a favorite would be like taking a chapter out of a book.

There is no luck in life, everything happens for a reason. Every little thing that you do… leads up to a bigger thing. And that’s the story of my life.

Die and born again, die and born again. It’s the story of my life.

Have you ever been at sea in a dense fog, when it seemed as if a tangible white darkness shut you in, and the great ship, tense and anxious, groped her way toward the shore with plummet and sounding-line, and you waited with beating heart for something to happen?I was like that ship before my education began, only I was without compass or sounding-line, and had no way of knowing how near the harbour was.

My friends have made the story of my life.

It is with a kind of fear that I begin to write the history of my life.

The story of my life is about back entrances, side doors, secret elevators and other ways of getting in and out of places so that people won’t bother me.

My friends have made the story of my life. In a thousand ways they have turned my limitations into beautiful privileges.

I am the only one who can tell the story of my life and say what it means.

Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.

I am not personally a parent. But I do have two godchildren and am expecting a third. I am naturally concerned for their future. If I ruled the world you could bet your boots that none of them would ever set their eyes on any such contraptions as digital clocks and pocket calculators. But alas, I do not rule the world and that, I am afraid, is the story of my life – always a godmother, never a God.

Your life story would not make a good book. Don’t even try.

The history of my life must begin by the earliest circumstance which my memory can evoke it will therefore commence when I had attained the age of eight years and four months.

Must I tell the story of my life again?

I’m just basically telling a story of my life.

[On being told party guests were ducking for apples:] There, but for a typographical error, is the story of my life.

That’s the story of my life rich or poor and mostly poor and truly poor.

I feel as though I am shelved. That I have been given the words to the story of my life, but that I have remained largely unread.

My book ‘Trust Your Heart’, which is the story of my life, will be followed by ‘Singing Lessons’, a memoir of love, loss, hope, and healing, which talks about the death of my son and the hope that has been the aftermath of the healing from that tragedy.

I tried, it was hard, I quit, the end. Story of my life.