Quotes About Drama

People will just knock each other down to dial 911 and be the big hero.

Because we love our pain. We love our drama. But we will never, ever admit that.

Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their stories resolved. Their messes cleaned up. Because what would they have left? Just the big scary unknown.

It hides the seams in narrative the way a strip of molding hides the junction where walls and floor meet. And it allows a person to think beyond each new drama, thus moving the story forward and allowing unresolved issues to pile up and increase tension.

Glaubt mir, für meine Mutter ist das nicht nur Schauspielerei; sich im Bett harpunieren zu lassen ist eine ihrer Lieblingsbeschäftigungen.

This is the big hammy way Brandy has played her whole life. The Brandy Alexander nonstop continuous live action theater, but less and less live by the moment.

She's being such an overreaction.

We always do this, Mr. Whittier says. For the same reason our children's children's children's children will always have war and famine and disease. Because we love our pain. We love our drama. But we will never, ever admit it.

Todas queremos ser yo, yo, yo la primera. La asesina, la víctima, la testigo, todas pensamos que nuestro papel es el protagonista.

Onun hayat?n? kurtarmaya çal??mak büyük bir zaman kayb?. Ä°nsanlar hayatlar?n?n kurtar?lmas?n? istemiyor. Dramlar?n?n. Önemsiz meselelerinin. Hikayelerinin çözümlenmesini, pisliklerinin temizlenmesini istemiyorlar. Çünkü geriye ne kalaca??n? biliyorlar, Büyük ve korkunç bir bilinmeyen.

Conflict is the food that feeds the reader. It's a spicy hell-broth that nourishes.

It's like some real Romeo and Juliet business, except like, if Romeo and Juliet sucked really really bad.

In tragedy anything comic is a blemish and in comedy anything tragic is ugly

Annabelle, I'm going to kill you! I cried, frowning at the mess. Then I glanced down the stairway and gasped. It looked like someone had beaten me to it.

Brooding only looks good in the movies.

Lei frugò tra le lenzuola, quindi serrò le dita intorno al legno levigato. «Ti amerò per sempre, Phillip». E lo pugnalò.

To make matters even worse, Washington was a town filled with professional protestors who knew exactly when and how to provoke a confrontation. When forced to move, they were prone to pratfalls and overly dramatic wails of pain as if their limbs were being twisted to the point of breaking. All of this was done, of course, right in front of the cameras to elicit maximum drama for the nightly news audience.

Ruin, weariness, death, perpetually death, stand grimly to confront the other presence of Elizabethan drama which is life: life compact of frigates, fir trees and ivory, of dolphins and the juice of July flowers, of the milk of unicorns and panthers' breath, of ropes of pearl, brains of peacocks and Cretan wine.

And of course she enjoyed life immensely. It was her nature to enjoy. Anyhow there was no bitterness in her; none of that sense of moral virtue which is so repulsive in good women. She enjoyed practically everything. If you walked with her in Hyde Park now it was a bed of tulips, now a child in a perambulator, now some absurd little drama she made up on the spur of the moment.

All night men and women seethed up and down the well-known beats. Late home-comers could see shadows against the blinds even in the most respectable suburbs. Not a square in snow or fog lacked its amorous couple. All plays turned on the same subject. Bullets went through heads in hotel bedrooms almost nightly on that account.

Saltando do cavalo, ele deu a impressão de que em sua fúria iria desafiar a correnteza. Com água até os joelhos, lançou na direção da mulher infiel todos os insultos que desde sempre pesam sobre seu sexo. Falsa, volúvel, inconstante, ele a chamou; demônio, adúltera, traidora; e as águas em turbilhão guardaram suas palavras e atiraram a seus pés um jarro quebrado e um pedacinho de palha.

Fine," he said. "You're right. We're not normal. We're the most fucked-up, star-crossed lovers in history. So let's not play nice.

Fuuuuuuuuuuck." Kynan scrubbed his face. "I could use a double shot of whiskey right now." "I'm sure Flicka keeps hard liquor behind the bar." "Flicka?" "I don't want to say her name." "So you're calling her horse names?" Ky coked a dark eyebrow. "I can't wait to see how she reacts to Mr. Ed.

Revenant shrugged in his black leather duster… He plopped down in the overstuffed chair by the fire. "That's my seat," Azagoth said. "Move." "Whatever, Sheldon.