A Quote by Naomi Shihab Nye

We dropped our troubles into the lap of the storyteller, and they turned into someone else's. — © Naomi Shihab Nye
We dropped our troubles into the lap of the storyteller, and they turned into someone else's.
We buy the tabloids to witness someone else's life go wrong, so we can feel a bit better about our own troubles.
I love helping someone else tell their story, but I like being the storyteller sometimes.
Our thought should not merely be an answer to what someone else has just said. Or what someone else might have said. Our interior world must be more than an echo of the words of someone else. There is no point in being a moon to somebody else's sun, still less is there any justification for our being moons of one another, and hence darkness to one another, not one of us being a true sun.
We are actors who show up for work in our sloppy gear, and we've got this extraordinary tailor. It's someone else who's done the design; someone else who's cut the suit; someone else who's measured it. Basically, your job is to just wear it.
Soon I will be an old, white-haired lady, into whose lap someone places a baby, saying, "Smile, Grandma!" - I, who myself so recently was photographed on my grandmother's lap.
Concern for someone else was a good remedy for taking the mind off one's own troubles.
The storyteller is deep inside everyone of us. The story-maker is always with us. Let us suppose our world is attacked by war, by the horrors that we all of us easily imagine. Let us suppose floods wash through our cities, the seas rise . . . but the storyteller will be there, for it is our imaginations which shape us, keep us, create us - for good and for ill. It is our stories that will recreate us, when we are torn, hurt, even destroyed. It is the storyteller, the dream-maker, the myth-maker, that is our phoenix, that represents us at our best, and at our most creative.
There's nothing like losing yourself in someone else's troubles to make you forget your own.
Nothing in life gets dropped without someone else having to pick it up.
Whenever we do something for someone else, we affirm that we are not simply in it for ourselves, that our self is someone else, is everyone else.
When our star shines, someone else's fades away; when our dream is fulfilled, someone else's turns into a nightmare!
In fact, I don't think I'll ever make anything that will feel as divinely dropped in my lap as the opening of 'Wall-E.'
Our lives are not in the lap of the gods, but in the lap of our cooks.
I am going to miss that time when you take that corner better than anybody else could have taken it on that lap or you do that great qualifying lap or you make that great pass or you bring a crippled car home.
That's because you've never been one. You haven't spent years wearing someone else's clothes, taking someone else's name, living in someone else's houses, and working someone else's job to fit in. And if you don't sell out, then you run away... proving you're the Gypsy they said you were all along.
The attractive lady whom I had only recently been introduced to dropped into my lap... I chose not to dump her off.
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