#heat

You aren’t allowed back until you’ve learned to willingly suspend disbelief. ↗

— Rebecca Murphy

#humerous #imagination #plays #theater #imagination

I´m just not sending out the right vibe lately. Perhaps the fact that I wear stained sweatpants and free T-shirts is holding me back. I just can´t seem to get back into the intelligent-slut-for-hire outfits that lure men; even shoes with laces evade me. Plus my hair is Fran Lebowitz-esque. I think my eyes are getting closer together. I don´t know. ↗

— Suzanne Finnamore

#cheating #deception #divorce #infidelity #marriage

Earthquakes just happen. Tornadoes just happen. Your tongue does not just happen to fall into some other girls mouth! ↗

— Gemma Halliday

#jealousy #kiss #jealousy

The Director's Role: You are the obstetrician. You are not the parent of this child we call the play. You are present at its birth for clinical reasons, like a doctor or midwife. Your job most of the time is simply to do no harm. When something does go wrong, however, your awareness that something is awry--and your clinical intervention to correct it--can determine whether the child will thrive or suffer, live or die. ↗

— Frank Hauser

#directing #theatre #leadership

I wish you had sincerity enough to tell me whether Catherine would suffer greatly from his loss: the fear that she would restrains me. And there you see the distinction between our feelings: had he been in my place and I in his, though I hated him with a hatred that turned my life to gall, I never would have raised a hand against him. You may look incredulous, if you please! I never would have banished him from her society as long as she desired his. The moment her regard ceased, I could have torn his heart out, and drunk his blood! But, till then - if you don't believe me, you don't know me - till then, I would have died by inches before I touched a single hair of his head! ↗

— Emily Brontë

#life

Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#theater #life

We do on stage things that are supposed to happen off. Which is a kind of integrity, if you look on every exit as being an entrance somewhere else. ↗

— Tom Stoppard

#actors #drama #entrance #exit #life

I remember one desolate Sunday night, wondering: Is this how I´m going to spend the rest of my life? Marrid to someone who is perpetually distracted and somewhat wistful, as though a marvelous party is going on in the next room, which but for me he could be attending? ↗

— Suzanne Finnamore

#cheating #deception #divorce #infidelity #marriage

And why is Heather wearing pink? Come on, people." Heather rolled her eyes and disappeared back inside the tent, reappearing a minute later with a dark gray T-shirt on. "Better?" She cocked her head at tristan. "Yes. You've just extended your life by at least an hour. ↗

— Chelsea Fine

#chelsea-fine #heather #lol #tristan #life

I am confused by life, and I feel safe within the confines of the theatre ↗

— Halen Hayes

#life