#drama

I can't go on, I'll go on. ↗

— Samuel Beckett

#drama #existentialism #fiction #humor #nihilism

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

#humor #humor

I love you Willow, but I can live without you. I just refuse to. ↗

— Emily Snow

#love

Every scene should be able to answer three questions: "Who wants what from whom? What happens if they don't get it? Why now? ↗

— David Mamet

#film #writing #business

I'm developing some other things in other genres, including one dramatic piece. So, anything's possible. ↗

— Jay Roach

#developing #dramatic #genres #i #including

You can’t save others from themselves because those who make a perpetual muddle of their lives don’t appreciate your interfering with the drama they’ve created. They want your poor-sweet-baby sympathy, but they don’t want to change. ↗

— Sue Grafton

#drama #kinsey-milhone #poor-baby #sue-grafton #sympathy

What, my dear Lady Disdain! are you yet living? Beatrice: Is it possible disdain should die while she hath such meet food to feed it as Signior Benedick? ↗

— William Shakespeare

#theatre #food

Becky was a weed.  Nobody ever wanted them taking over the bigger, prettier plants.  People went to all extremes to make them go away.  They sprayed poison, pulled until the roots gave way. They felt only like their garden was complete when every tendril was extirpated.  This was how she felt from birth. ↗

— Ruth McLeod-Kearns

#death #drama #family #flowers #love

As you and I listen to Uncle Monty tell the three Baudelaire orphans that no harm will ever come to them in the Reptile Room, we should be experiencing the strange feeling that accompanies the arrival of dramatic irony. This feeling is not unlike the sinking in one's stomach when one is in an elevator that suddenly goes down, or when you are snug in bed and your closet door suddenly creaks open to reveal the person who has been hiding there. For no matter how safe and happy the three children felt, no matter how comforting Uncle Monty's words were, you and I know that soon Uncle Monty will be dead and the Baudelaires will be miserable once again. ↗

— Lemony Snicket

#dramatic-irony #foreshadowing #death

If your blade were as sharp as your tongue, you'd have sliced me through years ago. ↗

— Erica Goros

#hate #love #relationships #the-daisy-chain #love