Quotes About Stage

You might be able to stage out of Alaska and Hawaii," Burton said. "They're on different grids and probably wouldn't be hit.

Everything he saw was distasteful to him. He hated the blue and white, the intensity and definiteness, the hum and heat of the south; the landscape seemed to him as hard and as romantic as a cardboard background on the stage, and the mountain but a wooden screen against a sheet painted blue. He walked fast in spite of the heat of the sun.

At Christmas parties games were rough, no doubt, And one shy little guest might be left out; But let's be fair: while children of her age Were cast as elves and fairies on the stage That she'd helped paint for the school pantomime, My gentle girl appeared as Mother Time, A bent charwoman with a slop pail and broom, And like a fool I sobbed in the men's room.

A concept is an idea that has been evolved to the point where a story becomes possible. A concept becomes a platform, a stage, upon which a story may unfold. A concept, it could be said—and it should be viewed this way—is something that asks a question. The answer to the question is your story.

I realize that fascism is an old-fashioned word today, but it wasn't in 1947, and since it always began first with the separation and then with the suppression of an unpopular minority, it seemed a lot wiser and easier to fight it in the opening stage than wait until it

my practice is always to stage incommensurate approaches to a problem/object in order to attend to its instability, density, and openness.

set the stage for endless challenges to Magellan's authority, in other words, for mutiny.

A vida é um palco de teatro que não admite ensaios. Por isso, cante, chore, ria, antes que as cortinas se fechem e o espectáculo termine sem aplausos

The infant phenomenon.

Poetry makes life what lights and music do the stage.

Ah! poetry makes life what light and music do the stage—strip the one of the false embellishments, and the other of its illusions, and what is there real in either to live or care for?

It is the custom on the stage in all good, murderous melodramas, to present the tragic and the comic scenes in as regular alternation as the layers of red and white in a side of streaky, well-cured bacon.

It is the folly of men to believe that they are great players on the stage of history, that their actions might affect the grand procession that is the pasage of time.

Shakespeare said all the world is a stage... I think its a gym.

I don't come on to seduce the audience. I don't care if everyone laughs. I can't think about that anymore. If there's anything that a lot of experience on stage and a lot of stage time gives you is the confidence to know that it's ok if they're not laughing every second you're up there. Although that's what drives me and I still go too fast a lot of the time.

All the world's a stage, and all the clergymen critics.

On the stage, you alone hold the key, and on the night you have to trust that the director has inspired you enough to take the material and run with it.

This new union–for up until now stage sets and costumes on the one hand and choreography on the other were only superficially linked–has given rise in [the ballet] Parade to a kind of "sur-realisme."

The world is a drama, staged in a dream

poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, at

Hypocrites are very much strangers to the delights and pleasures of religion. And they are altogether so, for it is a joy which they do not intermeddle with. Counterfeit piety can never bring true pleasure. He that acts a part upon a stage, though it may be the part of one that is ever so pleasant, though he may exhibit the pleasantness well, yet he does not experience it. The pleasures of God's house do not lie in the outer courts, but within the veil.

Who can make sense of the roles we play? If I could draw any conclusion about the long, depressing slog of human progress, it's the possibility that unseen elements lie just on the other side of the physical universe and that somehow we're actors on the stage of the Globe, right across the Thames from a place called Pissing Alley, whether William Shakespeare or Christopher Marlowe are aware of our presence or not.

felt foolish and wondered if I had entered that self-deluded stage in an aging man's life when others have to protect him from knowledge

Who can make sense of the roles we play? If I could draw any conclusion about the long, depressing slog of human progress, it's the possibility that unseen elements lie just on the other side of the physical universe and that somehow we're actors on the stage of the Globe, right across the Thames from a place called Pissing Alley, whether William Shakespeare or Christopher Marlowe are