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Every reiteration of the idea that _nothing matters_ debases the human spirit.Every reiteration of the idea that there is no drama in modern life, there is only dramatization, that there is no tragedy, there is only unexplained misfortune, debases us. It denies what we know to be true. In denying what we know, we are as a nation which cannot remember its dreams--like an unhappy person who cannot remember his dreams and so denies that he does dream, and denies that there are such things as dreams.
— David Mamet, Writing in Restaurants: Essays and Prose
The moving light, rejoicing in its strength, Sped from the pyre of pine, and urged its way, In golden glory, like some strange new sun...
— Aeschylus
Just because some people are fueled by drama doesn't mean you have to attend the performance.
— Cheryl Richardson
It’s the uncertainty of being accepted that creates the drama in our lives.
— Elizabeth Eulberg, Take a Bow
I made mistakes in drama. I thought drama was when actors cried. But drama is when the audience cries.
— Frank Capra
Damn it! Are you so stupid you don't know what I'm going to do to you?"Her eyes bore into his without flinching. "Are you so stupid you haven't figured out yet that it doesn't matter?
— Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Dream a Little Dream
Modesty seldom resides in a breast that is not enriched with nobler virtues.
— Oliver Goldsmith, She Stoops to Conquer
The plays should have the half-life of plutonium.
— Suzan-Lori Parks
...then we went skinny dippin' and did things that frighten the fish...Character, Shelby Eatonton, from the movie, Steel Magnolias.
— Robert Harling, Steel Magnolias
BOTTOMThere are things in this comedy of Pyramus and Thisby that will never please. First, Pyramus must draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladiescannot abide. How answer you that?SNOUTBy'r lakin, a parlous fear.STARVELINGI believe we must leave the killing out, when all is done.BOTTOMNot a whit: I have a device to make all well.Write me a prologue; and let the prologue seem tosay, we will do no harm with our swords, and thatPyramus is not killed indeed; and, for the morebetter assurance, tell them that I, Pyramus, am notPyramus, but Bottom the weaver: this will put themout of fear.QUINCEWell, we will have such a prologue; and it shall bewritten in eight and six.BOTTOMNo, make it two more; let it be written in eight and eight.
— William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream
She reached into the pocket of her dress and threw the small stack of bills at him. They fluttered to the ground like broken dreams. "I hope you choke onevery penny.""Pick that up."She drew back her arm and slapped him as hard as she could.
— Susan Elizabeth Phillips, Dream a Little Dream
If he's the person i think he is, he'll handle it just right" Tarah had said. "If not, your better off without him.
— Paul Langan, Shattered
The basis of drama is ... is the struggle of the hero towards a specific goal at the end of which he realizes that what kept him from it was, in the lesser drama, civilization and, in the great drama, the discovery of something that he did not set out to discover but which can be seen retrospectively as inevitable. The example Aristotle uses, of course, is Oedipus.
— David Mamet
...uncorny, human sized drama
— Ira Glass
I said the first thing that came into my head unfortunately. "Save the drama for your mama " I told her just like an eleven-year-old.
— Charlaine Harris, All Together Dead
Every one of us is a minor tragedy. Most of us learn to cope.
— Elizabeth Bear, Whiskey and Water
……, but as I am a scholar I feel obliged to document what it is like here, most of the time, between the dramatic climaxes. In truth it is like this: You cannot imagine how time can be so still. It hangs. It weighs, and yet there is so little of it. It goes so slowly and it is so scarce. If I was writing this scene it would last a full 15 minutes. I would lie here and you would sit there.
— Margaret Edson, Wit
Great drama is great questions or it is nothing but technique. I could not imagine a theater worth my time that did not want to change the world.
— Arthur Miller
always enjoying reading books
— Belal Fadl
They met me in the day of success: and I havelearned by the perfectest report, they have more inthem than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desireto question them further, they made themselves air,into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt inthe wonder of it, came missives from the king, whoall-hailed me 'Thane of Cawdor;' by which title,before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referredme to the coming on of time, with 'Hail, king thatshalt be!' This have I thought good to deliverthee, my dearest partner of greatness, that thoumightst not lose the dues of rejoicing, by beingignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay itto thy heart, and farewell.
— William Shakespeare, Macbeth
Theater cannot include only people. What acts on stage is matter.
— Gaetano Pesche
Upon the publication of Goethe’s epic drama, the Faustian legend had reached an almost unapproachable zenith. Although many failed to appreciate, or indeed, to understand this magnum opus in its entirety, from this point onward his drama was the rule by which all other Faust adaptations were measured. Goethe had eclipsed the earlier legends and became the undisputed authority on the subject of Faust in the eyes of the new Romantic generation. To deviate from his path would be nothing short of blasphemy.
— E.A. Bucchianeri, Faust: My Soul be Damned for the World, Vol. 2
A tragic situation exists precisely when virtue does NOT triumph but when it is still felt that man is nobler than the forces which destroy him.
— George Bernard Shaw
How I love - writing, acting, breathing the atmosphere- and one day I'll have it. If I cannot write, I shall die.
— Lily Koppel, The Red Leather Diary: Reclaiming a Life Through the Pages of a Lost Journal
Physicality is the basis of performance.
— David   Petersen, The Well-Tempered Body: Expressive Movement for Actors, Improvisers, and Performance Artists
Prior to her reading of the poem, light tears washed over him. He seemed to be leaking out moments that were, as far as he could tell, stored in physical parts of his body – in his shoulders, his back, his stomach. His body remembered things that his brain ignored.
— U.L. Harper, The Flesh Statue
jock
—  Back offRoyd
I'm so much more scared of white guys than black guys. Like an angry black guys would pull out a gun and be like 'Yo, I'm coming back with my cousins and we're gonna funck you up' and a white guy would be like just 'BANG'!
— Jeremy Iversen, High School Confidential: Secrets of an Undercover Student
What sort of attractions do you think lured our coreligionists out of the ghetto and into the mainstream of European culture? Was it the wit of Molière, or the ingenious stage mechanisms of Pixérécourt? Or was it simply the opportunity to cast an eye, without shame, upon the living, unclad human form?
— Ben Katchor, The Jew of New York
I grasped the mirror to look closer at the strange girl in the reflection. Yes, I could see some similarities. The shape of the face was the same, but with all the changes it looked unearthly. The reflection was beautiful ... extremely beautiful--small, pink lips ... pale and glowing skin ... fine white hair. But I couldn't stop focusing on the eyes. The bottomless blue was shocking in the midst of white. She could have competed against Lydia. No, she would have blown Lydia out of the water.
— M.L. LeGette, The Unicorn Girl
One feels relieved these days when a play is not like television.
— Valerie Martin, The Confessions of Edward Day
Actors are superstitious about beggars, perhaps because we're largely in the same line.
— Valerie Martin, The Confessions of Edward Day
O, thou art fairer than the evening air     Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars;     Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter     When he appear'd to hapless Semele;     More lovely than the monarch of the sky     In wanton Arethusa's azur'd armsExcerpt From: Christopher Marlowe. “The Tragical History of Doctor Faustus
— Christopher Marlowe, Dr. Faustus
Drama don't arrive by surprise
—  it is subconsciously attracted to fertile grounds.
Save the drama for the queens. Stand alone be a wolf, a rebel, a warrior, a savage, a badass. Be anything but a damn drama queen!
— Melody  Lee, Moon Gypsy
If you live a long life and get to the end of it without ever once having felt crushingly depressed, then you probably haven’t been paying attention.
— Duncan MacMillan, Every Brilliant Thing
Knowing it--knowing it's true is one thing, but believing what you know... well, there's the tough part.
— Edward Albee, The Goat, or Who is Sylvia?
In the moments between bullets, those in foxholes regain their vision. They get to count the dead, feel for holes. Pain creeps through a sluice of calm.
— Chris DiCroce, Burning Man
- Ay! Thornton o' Marlborough Mill, as we call him.- He is one of the masters you are striving with, is he not? what sort of master is he? - Did yo' ever see a bulldog? Set a bulldog on hindlegs, and dress him up in coat and breeches, and yo'n just getten John Thornton.
— Elizabeth Gaskell, North and South
Lonliness is a bitch, but then so is alimony and child support.- a very disillusioned Apoorva, THE PLATOS ASCENSION BRIEF.
— Earl Devere
Whenever I'm around him, all I can think about is how much more I want to be around him.
— Colleen Hoover, Too Late
I will break your heart over a fucking library card.
— Patrick Rothfuss
At first, like a lot of trauma survivors, I was impatient and wanted immediate results. Once I caught myself in this behavior, I realized that it takes consistent commitment to heal patterns. After three or four months, I noticed a huge positive shift within myself. I felt a new level of happiness and contentment that I hadn't even known existed. I finally understood how my old trauma patterns had attracted drama in my present life. once I saw this dynamic, I made a conscious decision to "Drama Detox," and the patterns faded away.
— Doreen Virtue
My eyes filled with tears. Damn him for reeling me in and throwing me back like this. “Don’t,” he said softly. “Just go. You’ve humiliated me enough.” “You don’t know—” “Then tell me!” I clenched my hands into fists at my sides. “Fu**ing tell me or don’t, but stop playing these games.
— Brenda Rothert, Barely Breathing
But it feels good just getting it out—letting someone else know how much hatred I’m harboring.
— Colleen Hoover, Too Late
I will take what I can from Edward. And then I will let them fade into history, all the characters in this drama. Emma Matthews and the men who loved her, who became obsessed with her. They're not important to us now.
— J.P. Delaney, The Girl Before
Drama only happens to people retarded enough to let it happen to them.
— MC2
To be able to say "I love you", one has to be able to say "I
— Ayn Rand, The Fountainhead
I chose to stay with him for all the things that he had done right and not to leave him for the one thing that he had done wrong.
— Kim Carpenter, Krickitt Carpenter, and Dana Wilkerson
Humans are fascinated by emotional material. We are always intrigued by the news and tragic events that are covered in the TV, radio, and newspapers.
— Ruchira Khanna, Voyagers Into the Unknown
Skylar, you have to understand... All the things I did... I did it for me. I liked it. I was good at it. And... I was... really... I was alive.
— Vince Gilligan, Breaking Bad: The Official Scripts, Season 1
Not I; I must be found;My parts, my title, and my perfect soul,Shall manifest me rightly.
— William Shakespeare, Othello
Gossip and drama are different stages of the same intoxication… the first is the buzz
—  the latter is the hangover.
The beauty of theatre was that it was a moving, changing art form—only those who watch the same performance night in after night out see the real naturalistic drama at work—the small changes, adjustments, changes in articulation or intonation, the addition of a cough or hiccup, a longer pause rife with more (or less) meaning, the character’s movement across the stage a step slower, a step closer to the audience, the change of a word here and there, an overall change in mood and tone, the actors becoming (or not) the characters more fully, blending in with them, losing themselves in the lines, in the characterizations, in a drama that is simultaneously unfolding and becoming more and more verisimilitudinous as time marches on. This is the real narrative—while the character changes on stage in an instant, the play changes slowly, unnoticeably (unnoticeable to those closest to it perhaps), like the face of a man in his thirties, like his beliefs about life, his motives, all slowly as if duplicating itself day by day, filling itself and becoming more and more itself, the rehearsal of Self, the dress rehearsal of Self, the performance of Self, the extended performance of Self, the encore…—it appears to be the same show, played over and over again with the same details to different crowds, and yet something happens. Something changes. It is not the same show.
— John M. Keller
To deprive the derelicts of hope is right, and to sustain them in their illusory "pipe dreams" is right also.
— Harold Bloom, Eugene O'Neill
We all got pushed into doing some bad stuff. And some people would blame all of that stuff on their circumstances. Maybe most people do. They come from shit and then do some shit. But you and I know better than that. It's not right. The stuff that's done to us is one thing. But the stuff we do because of it is a different story. There are very few things that are really beyond a person's control in life."-Caesar
— Christine Whitmarsh, Canyon Road
Stay passed out, that's the right dope. There ain't any cool willow trees- except you grow your own in a bottle.
— Eugene O'Neill, The Iceman Cometh
I knew exactly when the fever had struck. I had been reading Hamlet in an English class at school. Everyone else stumbled, puzzling over the strange words. Then it had been my turn, and the language had suddenly woken in me, so that my heart and lungs and tongue and throat were on fire. Later, I understood that this was why people spoke of Shakespeare as a god. At the time, I felt like weeping. Somebody had released me from dumbness, from utter isolation. I knew that I could live inside these words, that they would give me a a shape, a shell. I had no idea, then, that I would never play Hamlet…. I’m an actor, and in a good year I earn eleven thousand pounds for dressing up as a carrot.
— Amanda Craig, In a Dark Wood
The more we rehearse the worse we become.”― Usman Ali, The Guilt
— Usman Ali, The Guilt
Survivors are often good at both resolving and generating crisis. While this capacity to handle crisis can make you a good emergency room worker or ambulance driver, it can also be a way for you to keep yourself from feeling. If you are addicted to intensity and drama...you may be running from yourself.
— Ellen Bass, The Courage to Heal: A Guide for Women Survivors of Child Sexual Abuse
I'm sorry I left without telling you," she says. "I wasn't ready. I wanted it so much, and I wasn't ready for that.
— Nina LaCour, You Know Me Well
Free yourself from the people who cause you drama and poison your soul. You know who they are... The first ones you thought of when you read this. They have to go.
— Steve Maraboli
Melville to Hawthorne: "In your stories, you seem to understand that the dramatic moments come not when a character must choose between right and wrong buy when he must choose between two wrongs.
— Mark Beauregard, The Whale: A Love Story
When you surround yourself with dramatic people, your life will be full of drama.
— Gugu Mona
For I never care to do a thing in a quiet way
—  it's got to be theatrical or I don't take any interest in it.
I'm sure there's drama in their past that I know nothing about, but when someone like Juliet- colorful, beautiful, determined Juliet- begs you to love her, how do you say no?
— Jessica Calla, She Laughs In Pink
Feel the emotions in my work not the technicality.
— Deepika Behal, Love finds a way...Always
CONGRATULATIONS DL Havlin! Your entry, "There are No Lights in Naples", an unpublished short fiction - flash fiction genre category, is a finalist for the 2016 Royal Palm Literary Awards competition!
— Jeanelle Cooley
Why, who would not make her husband a cuckold
— William Sheakspeare
Women problems, huh?” Mac asked.“She’s more than a problem.” Adrian massaged his temples. “She’s…a virus, a lethal one. You know, there’s a rock song about her.” He sipped his whiskey and enjoyed the burning sensation as it trickled down his throat. “It’s called Poison.
— Jacqueline Francis - The Journal
Every culture that has lost myth has lost, by the same token, its natural healthy creativity. Only a horizon ringed about with myths can unify a culture. The forces of imagination and the Apollonian dream are saved only by myth from indiscriminate rambling. The images of myth must be the daemonic guardians, ubiquitous but unnoticed, presiding over the growth of the child's mind and interpreting to the mature man his life and struggles.
— Friedrich Nietzsche, The Birth of Tragedy
The virus was rapidly spreading. It had infected his mind, eating away at everything except thoughts of her.
— Jacqueline Francis - The Journal
He had wanted to cure the virus by getting rid of the source, but nothing prepared him for the hurt and disappointment he saw in her eyes.
— Jacqueline Francis - The Journal
She never asked for that time yet she ended up getting it. He could not get away from her. Even if his feet moved at a hundred miles per hour, she was always right there, vividly imprinted in his mind. Calling him back to her. And he obediently responded to those calls. He was blindly being led by an all-consuming power that he had no control over.
— Jacqueline Francis - The Journal
I think journalism gets measured by the quality of information it presents, not the drama or the pyretechnics associated with us
— Bob Woodward
Though death might still the show, life would be the most critiqued act of our existence. Own your stage.
— Palle Oswald
When most dullards hear the words 'the theater,' they envision a twelve-screen multiplex where disaster porn entertains the culturally witless for 90 minutes at a time. Pfaugh. The word 'theater' has grandeur. Power. Back to its ancient Grecian origins, it means 'the seeing place.' A stage upon which actors and actresses use fiction to show us truths.
— Mark Waid, Daredevil, Volume 7
But what the measured prose of psychiatrists and the carefully calculated statistics of social scientists rarely capture is the experience of inner struggle. These "significant changes" do not occur automatically. In fact, they must often fight against our resistance. In this sense, midlife is a drama more worthy of a playwright than a scholar. We are characters in the play, caught at the opening of the second act, and we do not know what will happen next.
— Mark Gerzon, Listening to Midlife: Turning Your Crisis into a Quest
Whatever you do in life will be insignificant, but it's very important that you do it. Because nobody else will.
— Will Fetters
I don't think it will ever be too late for her, that she still holds out hope that one day he'll see what he left for never replaced what he gave up.
— Courtney Giardina, Behind the Strings
ANGELOFrom thee, even from thy virtue!What's this, what's this? Is this her fault or mine?The tempter or the tempted, who sins most?Ha!Not she: nor doth she tempt: but it is IThat, lying by the violet in the sun,Do as the carrion does, not as the flower,Corrupt with virtuous season. Can it beThat modesty may more betray our senseThan woman's lightness? Having waste ground enough,Shall we desire to raze the sanctuaryAnd pitch our evils there? O, fie, fie, fie!What dost thou, or what art thou, Angelo?Dost thou desire her foully for those thingsThat make her good? O, let her brother live!Thieves for their robbery have authorityWhen judges steal themselves. What, do I love her,That I desire to hear her speak again,And feast upon her eyes? What is't I dream on?O cunning enemy, that, to catch a saint,With saints dost bait thy hook! Most dangerousIs that temptation that doth goad us onTo sin in loving virtue: never could the strumpet,With all her double vigour, art and nature,Once stir my temper; but this virtuous maidSubdues me quite. Even till now,When men were fond, I smiled and wonder'd how.-- Measure for Measure, II, ii
— William Shakespeare
I would like to curl up and become a small thing. About this big. And still. Very still. Have you ever become so melancholy, that you wanted to fit in the palm of your beloved’s hand? And lie there, for fortnights, or decades, or the length of time between stars? In complete silence?
— Sarah Ruhl, Melancholy Play
He cupped her chin to still the movement. "Please, Ricky." he clutched her hand tighter to his chest. "Please... I'm not going anywhere." He leaned closer until his lips were mere millimetres from hers. "I promise.
— Jacqueline Francis - The Journal
When I'm with you I feel like...That's just it. I feel. in a very literal sense, you drive me crazy. In a very literal sense, you make my heart beat faster. In a very literal sense, Ricky...you take my breath away.
— Jacqueline Francis - The Journal
The sexiest thing about a man is the he can make a woman smile even when she thinks there is nothing to smile about.
— Courtney Giardina, Behind the Strings
The sexiest thing about a man is the way he can make a woman smile even when she thinks there is nothing to smile about.
— Courtney Giardina, Behind the Strings
Frustration, arousal, fury, hurt. That was the emotional cocktail I drank every time we spent more than five minutes together.
— Devi Ansevi, Fate's Arrow: Soulmates Book 2
Let the bullshitters have their bullshit. You and me, we have lives to live. And once you open your mouth to respond to their bullshit--well, that's when you're knee-deep in it.
— Daniel Clausen, The Ghosts of Nagasaki
You say your life is your own. But can you dare to ignore the chance that you are taking part in a gigantic drama under the orders of a divine Producer? Your cue may not come till the end of the play--it may be totally unimportant, a mere walking-on part, but upon it may hang the issues of the play if you do not give the cue to another player. The whole edifice may crumple. You as you, may not matter to anyone in the world, but you as a person in a particular place may matter unimaginably.
— Agatha Christie, The Mysterious Mr. Quin
Tony smothered the life that me and Ma had built, a furry mould growing over a sweating slab of cheese.
— Kerry Hudson, Tony Hogan Bought Me an Ice-cream Float Before He Stole My Ma
I would later discover it was a bad idea to gather more than two of these people in an enclosed area for any length of time. The stage was not only a physical place but also a state of mind, and the word audience was defined as anyone forced to suffer your company. We young actors were a string of lightbulbs left burning 24 hours a day, exhausting ourselves and others with our self-proclaimed brilliance.
— David Sedaris, Naked
The intoxication with the theatre, with its limelight, costumes, and masks, and with its passions and conflicts, accords well with the adolescence of a man who was to act his role with an intense sense of the dramatic, and of whose life it might indeed be said that its very shape had the power and pattern of classical tragedy.
— Isaac Deutscher, The Prophet Armed: Trotsky, 1879-1921
We left the nursery in silence, Ma smoking a roll-up, looking like she hadn’t slept in a week or maybe like she had slept for a whole week. When the nursery was just a grubby finger smudge behind us Ma looked down at me and said in her poshed-up telephone voice: “Will you speak to Janie about swearing? Fuckin’ busybody!”I laughed and swung our linked hands.“Aye, fuckin’ busybody.”Pleas of laughter escaped us and spiraled up into the hot, blue Scottish sky. We laughed all the way home
— Kerry Hudson, Tony Hogan Bought Me an Ice-cream Float Before He Stole My Ma
-while beyond the barrier Maurice wandered, the wrong words on his lips and the wrong desires in his heart, and his arms full of air.
— E.M. Forster
I'm already in hell
—  what else you got?
Dance means different things to different people”. It is a blend of Nritta, Nritya and Natya. It is a poetic expression which tells stories to people, a subtle interfusion of drama in an otherwise classical pattern.
— Shallu Jindal
The setting sunWith yellow radiance lighten'd all the vale;And as the warriors moved, each polish'd helm,Corslet or spear, glanced back his gilded beams.The hill they climbed, and halting at its top,Of more than mortal size, towering, they seem'dA host angelic, clad in burning arms.
— John Home, Douglas: A Tragedy. by John Home, Esq. ..
Life is hard enough. So don’t surround yourself with people who thrive on drama and make it even harder.
— Charles F. Glassman, Brain Drain   The Breakthrough That Will Change Your Life
Tell you what, why don’t we go ask her brothers what they think of your claim?”“I’d rather beat you to a pulp.
— Jennifer McKeithen, Atlantis On the Shores of Forever
When I was young I couldn't string two words together in his presence. I would merely nod and shake my head. Though on a fortunate day, I could force out monosyllabic answers. Tonight, everything suddenly changed.
— Aniesha Brahma, The Secret Proposal
The path to freedom is illuminated by the bridges you have burned, adorned by the ties you have cut, and cleared by the drama you have left behind. Let go. Be free.
— Steve Maraboli
Oh, come on. Drama is just life with the dull bits cut out.”“Well, I’m ready for a long patch of boredom.
— D.L. Orton, Crossing in Time
He held me much closer than Carl had. His grip was firm and possessive. It left no doubt in anyone’s mind who I belonged to and that alone sent a thrill through me that I knew was wrong. He imprisoned me in the unwavering chains of his gaze, leaving me powerless to break away while he scrutinized my soul. I wondered what he was looking for.“You came.”The hand on my waist slid over the swell in my spine where it connected to the rise of my backside. His palm flattened against the spot and I was drawn even closer, eliminating what modicum of space there had been between us. My soft frame was cradled seamlessly into the unyielding length of his in all the places that counted, thighs, pelvis, stomach … breasts. I couldn’t even breathe without feeling the skim of my hardened nipples against his chest. I couldn’t move without feeling his cock reaching for me through miles of fabric to prod into my midsection. He was long and hard and I grew wet from that knowledge alone.“Gabriel…”“I couldn’t leave without having this dance with you.”My fingers tightened around his shoulder. “Why?”His quiet exhalation whispered over the curve of my cheeks, smelling of mint and despair. “Because the further away I got from you, the more it felt like if I kept driving, I would lose you for good and that scared me like nothing else.
— Airicka Phoenix, The Voyeur Next Door
Each of our lives is the sum of its parts. No ONE individual is the driving force. And no one person can stall its progression. If everyone plays their position, life evolves without drama, opportunities flourish and ultimately we ALL benefit. When you selfishly overstate your part you only weaken the whole.
— Carlos Wallace, Life Is Not Complicated-You Are: Turning Your Biggest Disappointments Into Your Greatest Blessings
Poets must be grounded in the education of the arts, drama, history, mysticism, esotericism, and philosophy. To gain knowledge and become learned of the above is easy - read. Poets should apply this knowledge to their work, so a poet will advance to the next level, to their next phase of their emotional, psychological and spiritual development, growing in years in a short space of time, in hours or months if he or she is an avid reader. This knowledge will birth work that is not meretricious but of noble parentage.
— Abigail George, Feeding The Beasts
I’m the muhfucka that did this to you! If y’all don’t know me, you better get to know me, or fuck around and wind up wit’ a hole in your forehead.
— Brooklyn June, This Game Has No Loyalty
~Life is a drama, when there is no drama in your life than there will be.~
— Samantha and john
All I knew was that I couldn't have him right now. It was impossible. Could I have him in a year? Two years? Five years? Ten years? I didn't know. All I knew was that although the universe was pushing us together, it was also pushing us apart.
— Lily Paradis, Volition
I'm so stupid," I tell her, tears streaming down my face now, blocking my vision. "You're not stupid. You're just an emotional vampire.
— Lily Paradis, Volition
It was a relief to inhabit someone else's life for a while, to get her personal issues for a brief respite. In a play, she knew exactly how all her character's problems would be resolved. No matter how the cast performed, the end turned out the same. No questions, no worries, no unknowns.
— Alexandra Robbins, The Geeks Shall Inherit the Earth: Popularity, Quirk Theory and Why Outsiders Thrive After High School
The author relates that the word "OBSCENE" springs from the concept in Greek drama that certain actions would be performed outside the scene or off the stage. He clarifies that the Greeks did not shy away from shocking actions, but they knew that portraying them in the audience's view would drown out the emotional subtlety of the character development and ethical dilemmas.
— Gene Edward Veith Jr., Reading Between the Lines
He hath always but slightly, known himself...King Lear
— William Shakespeare, King Lear
Honestly, I don't even like my type of girl that much, let alone other types. Not that I'm asexual or something - I just find Romance Drama unbearable.
— John Green, Will Grayson, Will Grayson
It was a constant battle not to turn her head in his direction; but every time she did, he was looking over at her. Each time he’d smile, and Rylan would jerk her gaze away. She knew what that smile was capable of, and she was doing a good job avoiding it until it suddenly appeared over her shoulder.
— Courtney Giardina, Holding on to Georgia
No actor is a success unless he feels inside himself, as long as he lives, that he is good.
— Stella Adler, The Art of Acting
You'll never really be great unless you aim high.
— Stella Adler, The Art of Acting
It was... the most difficult walk anyone ever had to make. In every way, a walk to remember.
— Nicholas Sparks, A Walk to Remember
If you can't take both sides, it means you can only play yourself.
— Stella Adler, The Art of Acting
No, she's been killing me with kindness." She pointed her finger in his face. "There's a difference, and if you didn't have her on a pedestal, you could tell the difference.
— Yawatta Hosby, Something's Amiss
Poe, come on. Don't be like this." She avoided his gaze, and that was killing him. He'd rather she yell at him than give him nothing at all.
— Yawatta Hosby, Something's Amiss
Oliver knocked on the door, trying to keep his fear in check. Dominic didn't answer. Oliver looked around the porch for a hidden key, frantically searching under the welcome mat, but to no avail.
— Yawatta Hosby, Something's Amiss
The embrace at the airport and stolen glances of Poe wasn't enough for him. Oliver needed to be closer to her again--emotionally and physically. His stomach clenched. Why couldn't Poe be his?
— Yawatta Hosby, Something's Amiss
Laughter and Enjoyment is the Key to Entertainment.
— Ivory j. Taylor
Loving for the second time isn’t sweet; it’s bitter, and hurt more than the first.
— Jessica E. Larsen, It's Just Love
I've never been in love, never in my life.Oh, I've dreamed of love, dreamed endlessly, day and night,but my soul is like a fine piano that's locked,and the key is lost.
— Sarah Ruhl, Chekhov's Three Sisters & Woolf's Orlando
I try to tighten my heart into a knot, a snarl, I try to learn to live dead, just numb, but then I see someone I want, and it's like a nail, like a hot spike right through my chest, and I know I'm losing.
— Tony Kushner, Angels in America, Part One: Millennium Approaches
I think a person has to believe in something,or search out some kind of faith;otherwise life is empty, nothing.How can you live not knowing why the cranes fly,why children are born, why there are stars in the sky...Either you know why you live,or it's all small, unnecessary bits.
— Sarah Ruhl, Chekhov's Three Sisters & Woolf's Orlando
OH ROMEO. THOU ART ROMEO. WILL YOU MARRY ME. THOU ART ROMEO.
— William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
Oh, where is it, where did my past go, when I was young, happy and intelligent, when my dreams and thoughts had some grace, and the present and future were lit up with hope? Why is it, that when we've just started to live, we grow dull, gray, uninteresting, lazy, useless, with flattened-out souls?
— Sarah Ruhl, Chekhov's Three Sisters & Woolf's Orlando
Does it go away?" she asks. "Missing each other?" I think about how much I missed Maman. I still do, though it isn´t as acute as it once was. "A little bit," I whisper."Enough so that life continues. In a year you won´t even think about me. " She turns around in my arms and looks up at me, tugging at a strand of my hair. "don´t say stupid things, Sahar. You´re smarter than that.
— Sara Farizan, If You Could Be Mine
I half-expect to check out, but I'm really there for it. It's not like at the dance, angry and forced. It's terrible in its gentleness and he's just wasting it on me.
— Courtney Summers, Cracked Up to Be
What silly little things sometimes take on meaning in life, suddenly, out of nowhere. And you know they're little nothings, and you laugh at them, but all the same, you go on feeling them, you can't stop...
— Sarah Ruhl, Chekhov's Three Sisters & Woolf's Orlando
I'm afraid Dr. Mondrick chose an unfortunate publicity device. After all, the theory of human evolution is no longer front page news. Every known detail of the origin of mankind is extremely important to such a specialist as Dr. Mondrick, but it doesn't interest the man in the street - not unless it's dramatized.
— Jack Williamson, Darker Than You Think
When you read a novel, it seems that everything is clear, trite and understandable. But when you yourself fall in love, you understand that nobody knows anything and everyone must decide for themselves.
— Sarah Ruhl, Chekhov's Three Sisters & Woolf's Orlando
You would free yourself from so much stress and drama if you just understood and embraced the truth that you are enough.
— Steve Maraboli
When you snatch happiness in little bits, fits and starts, and lose it, like me, you become coarse, little by little, you become hateful.
— Sarah Ruhl, Chekhov's Three Sisters & Woolf's Orlando
Be innocent, wise and ninety-five.
— Stella Adler, The Art of Acting
That's why writers write—to say things loudly with ink. To give feet to thoughts; to make quiet, still feelings loudly heard.
— Tarryn Fisher, Mud Vein
Tell me a truth, Senna.""I don't know how," I breath."Then tell me a lie.""I don't love you," I say. I sink beneath the weight of it all.Isaac stirs behind me, and then he is leaning over me, his elbows on either side of my head."The truth is for the mind," he says. "Lies are for the heart. So let's just keep lying.
— Tarryn Fisher, Mud Vein
Like the waters of the river, like the motorists on the highway, and like the yellow trains streaking down the Santa Fe tracks, drama, in the shape of exceptional happenings, had never stopped there.
— Truman Capote, In Cold Blood
The missed call and call back drama between men and women deserves its own user mannual.
— Chetan Bhagat, Revolution 2020: Love, Corruption, Ambition
Marianne would have thought herself very inexcusable had she been able to sleep at all the first night after parting from Willoughby. She would have been ashamed to look her family in the face next morning, had she not risen from her bed in more need of repose than when she lay down in it.
— Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility
For eight years I dreamed of fire. Trees ignited as I passed them; oceansburned. The sugary smoke settled in my hair as I slept, the scent like a cloud left on my pillow as I rose. Even so, the moment my mattress started to burn, I bolted awake. The sharp, chemical smell was nothing like the hazy syrup of my dreams; the two were as different as Carolina and Indian jasmine, separation and attachment. They could not be confused.	Standing in the middle of the room, I located the source of the fire. A neat row of wooden matches lined the foot of the bed. They ignited, one after the next, a glowing picket fence across the piped edging. Watching them light, I felt a terror unequal to the size of the flickering flames, and for a paralyzing moment I was ten years old again, desperate and hopeful in a way I had never been before and never would be again.	But the bare synthetic mattress did not ignite like the thistle had in late October. It smoldered, and then the fire went out.	It was my eighteenth birthday.
— Vanessa Diffenbaugh, The Language of Flowers
And do you know why we have not the power to attain this Stoic ideal? It is because we refuse to believe in our power. Nay, of a surety, there is something else which plays a part: it is because we are in love with our vices; we uphold them and prefer to make excuses for them rather than shake them off. We mortals have been endowed with sufficient strength by nature, if only we use this strength, if only we concentrate our powers and rouse them all to help us or at least not to hinder us. The reason is unwillingness, the excuse, inability.
— Seneca, Letters from a Stoic
Artists strive for perfection. But what they often fail to see is that the beauty, the humanity, lies within the flaws.
— Elizabeth Isaacs
The answer to the question, 'where's the drama?' is another question: 'what's the problem?
— Billy Marshall Stoneking
Work smart, not hard
— Monica Madison, The Girl from the Gutter
Gage is waiting on the makeshift bed when she enters the room she’s been sleeping in. The small lantern in the corner barely lights his features. His shoulders are hunched, his hands clasped together before him, and when he looks up, his face is downcast. There are a number of reasons why he would look this way, but the worst possible thing comes to mind first.Someone is dead.
— Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls
If there was a temperature at which drama boiled, they were all sitting in hot water.
— Megan Duke, Ninety Degrees: A Precursor to Small Circles
Family is the theatre of the spiritual drama, the place where things happen, especially the things that matter.
— G.K. Chesterton
To be as vehement as he is is to be almost non-committal.
— John Osborne, Look Back in Anger
Tavi spent an eternity in misery, longing for death to bring sweet release from the unrelenting torment. The others gathered at the side of his bunk on the ship, keeping a deathwatch over him."I don't see what all the drama is about," Demos said, his quiet voice filled with habitual disinterst. "He's seasick. It will pass."~Captain's Fury
— Jim Butcher, Captain's Fury
Lie to me again," she whispered. "I love you," he said.
— Stephenie Meyer
Aggressiveness, complaints, pressures, drama and polemics can wipe out a favor or a promise and stain a generous deed.
— Angelica Hopes
Time flies when you’re being stupid.
— David Henry Hwang, M. Butterfly
Don't be fooled, Clara. No one's new and shiny. Not really.
— Lisa Smartt, Doug and Carlie's Love Conspiracy
Over the years Breece had lectured that truth was liquid. That it evaporated in the heat of passion, froze in the cold of fear, and bent itself around virginous, unpurposeful fibs. It could churn and pull you under, drown you in itself, or let you ride upon it like a surf. But truth was always relfective. It showed blackheads and blemishes, fat rolls and sags, scabs and scars. Truth was fearful, angry and dangerous, and that was why so many people did their utmost to avoid it.
— Brandon Shire, The Value of Rain
Out here everybody abuses everybody. It’s just the way it is. So you'd better get used to it." - excerpt from: freefalling
— Darlenne Susan Girard, freefalling
Sometimes you wonder why you’re out here. And the stupid thing about it, is you haven’t got an answer." - excerpt from: freefalling
— Darlenne Susan Girard, freefalling
At least it was love we were showing initially, and not hatred and violence like you did in the end.
— Sarah Swainson, To My Last Friend
Life on the street is simple. You eat. You don’t eat. You sleep. You don’t sleep. You’re alive. You’re dead. It’s that simple!" - excerpt from: freefalling
— Darlenne Susan Girard, freefalling
What’s the use of saying anything, when you’re not even listening?" - excerpt from: freefalling
— Darlenne Susan Girard, freefalling
The writing talent of Edinburgh is textured - we have poets, novelists, non-fiction writers, dramatists and more.
— Sara Sheridan
Anyone who wants to join the GLEE CLUB, gets to join.
— Will Shuster
It's almost dawn. You can feel it coming. The world holds its breath, because there's really no guarantee that the sun will rise. That there was a yesterday doesn't mean there will be a tomorrow.
— Rick Yancey, The 5th Wave
How do I have productive days with minimum drama? Simple
—  I mind my own business.
Do you know who W.H. Auden was, Mr. Iscariot? W.H. Auden was a poet who once said, “God may reduce you on Judgement Day to tears of shame reciting by heart the poems you would have written had your life been good”…She was my poem, Mr. Iscariot. Her and the kids. But mostly her. You cashed in for silver, Mr. Iscariot. But me? Me…I threw away gold. That’s a fact. That’s a natural fact.
— Stephen Adly Guirgis, The Last Days of Judas Iscariot
There's something to say about inspiration - when it comes into your life...the feeling is insatiable.
— Ann Marie Frohoff, First Kiss
If we really exist merely to fulfill God’s plan: then life is a television drama; with God being the scriptwriter, the director, and, the audience.
— Mokokoma Mokhonoana
He [Alexander von Humboldt] was to science what Shakespeare was to the drama.
— Robert G. Ingersoll
War doesn’t start with an explosion….It bears far more subtlety. A simmer beneath the surface, as if bringing broth to a boil.
— Kristina McMorris, The Pieces We Keep
She often felt like she had been cast in a supportingrole with the film that was Louise. And there was more melodrama to be found there than a full-scale Merchant-Ivory period production. Tonight, she was certain, would be no exception.
— Kerri Thomson, The Chocolate Is The Life
You are still a spoiled rotten brat, Richie,” Seth said to Vegas, with no emotion on his face. “But I’m not going to let anyone hurt you...
— Charlie Fey, Easy "A"
When I say to the Moment flying;'Linger a while -- thou art so fair!'Then bind me in thy bonds undying,And my final ruin I will bear!
— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, Faust
The best author is a dead author, because he's out of your way and you own the play. Take what he has given you and use it for what you need.
— Stella Adler, Stella Adler on Ibsen, Strindberg, and Chekhov
Harper: You, the one part ofthe real world I wasn't allergic to.
— Tony Kushner, Angels in America, Part Two: Perestroika
Roy: The immutable heart of what we are that bleeds through whatever we might become. All else is vanity.
— Tony Kushner, Angels in America, Part Two: Perestroika
The imagination is closer to the actor than real life-more agreeable, more comfortable.
— Stella Adler, Stella Adler on Ibsen, Strindberg, and Chekhov
...this two-way hatred. I don’t understand it. I wonder how much of it is caused by fear?
— Judy Blume, Tiger Eyes
Wow, Skye.” He kneels in front of me, ready to put one of his huge, strong hands on my knees. I recoil suddenly before I catch myself. Someone normal doesn’t react like that at the mere possibility of an innocent touch. “Okay, I’m going to sit on your friend’s bed.” He does just that, his eyes locked with mine. I have the sense I’m trapped and I don’t like it. I don’t want to ever feel like that again. “You should go,” I say, my voice wavering and barely above a whisper.He takes a sip of his coffee absentmindedly, his eyes never leaving my face. I don’t drink mine. I don’t even feel the mug between my hands. I feel nothing besides the hammering of my heart in my chest. I’m having difficulty breathing, and my forehead and neck are sweaty under my hair.“Can I say something before I go?” he asks me in a voice calmer than he must feel if I take into account his clenched fist and the shaking of his hand holding the mug of coffee. I just nod, not sure I’m able to mutter a word through the lump in my throat. “I’m not the enemy. I’m not the kind of guy who would try to hurt you more when I know you’re already hurting, but I’m someone willing to hear you and understand you. I want to be able to help.
— Stephanie Witter, Patch Up
As I stared into those crystalline eyes, I knew I had finally found what I was looking for, but it came with a price. Damien was everything I hated and it wasn't until that moment that I realized how lost I really was. My soul was drawn to his very aura, but the ache within my heart was the undeniable reminder that it could never be a reality. My pride and stubbornness had forever wrecked what Damien and I could have had. I was but a galaxy within a black hole, something so majestic and extraordinary, and it was irrevocably lost to me.
— H.P. Landry, Wrecked
Lions and tigers, bitches and bears, oh my.
— Bryony Pearce, The Weight of Souls
If you were ready to sleep with me we wouldn't be in this bar, but in my room not wasting any more time.
— Stephanie Witter, Patch Up
Of course, in my mind, violence would have been better, but since that wasn’t an option, I decided to play along. “It’s okay, handsome. I’ve only been here a few minutes. I’d like to introduce you to Dick.”“No, it’s…” Richard tried to correct me only to be interrupted by Drew.“Nice to meet you, Dick,” Drew retorted.
— Jeanne McDonald, The Truth in Lies
We become increasingly aware that the human dream, the human drama, with all its questionable, damaging, and often malevolent intention is not real life at all.
— Donna Goddard, The Love of Being Loving
Stop validating your victim mentality. Shake off your self-defeating drama and embrace your innate ability to recover and achieve.
— Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience
A man who respects his wife, does not sleep with other women. And a woman who respects herself does not allow her husband to get away with it
— Courtney Giardina, Tear Stained Beaches
There are often great lessons to be learned at the roots of stress, drama, and heartache. Don’t let the magnitude of the circumstance blind you to the value of the lesson.
— Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience
Chorus of old men: How true the saying: 'Tis impossible to live with the baggages, impossible to live without 'em.
— Aristophanes, Lysistrata