Novelas y relatos de Dramas Quotes

“That corny and dangerous man would forever destroy us. It's give and take… if you want him to spare you, you have to give him something in return. What exactly do you have to give him? Will you give away your powers?” “Of Course not.” Queen Manon retorted, “So what do we do?” “It seems there's nothing we can do but sit calmly, cross our legs while enjoying the breeze, eat good food and wait for the darkness to come and kill us,” Othello blurted out. “Kill you. Because I'm definitely not dying today.” Lavanya roared, “I shall work through the valley of the shadow of death and I shall fear no evil.” Queen Manon giggled, “Where did you read that from Lavanya?”

Taking the book from Alma, she found a passage from William Shakespeare's Hamlet; "To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them." To be or not to be Queen, that is the question. She read the passage out loud to Alma, "To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—" She was cut off by the Prince who had entered the room and finished the passage for her,

I am a good witch actress. I have noticed that everyone in this class all ears on her yet, she sounds too bored reciting the famous Romeo and Juliet. "Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes; being vexed a sea nourished with lovers' tears. One of the famous lines that I'd love, I joined her in reciting each word and she noticed me saying it. "The girl in the back row stood up." I used to point at myself and look around, I stood up in my seat and all of the students were staring at me.

Her words implied that it was normal for voices to sound different in real life compared to TV. "That's true," Marshall laughed. He said warmly, "Could you give me your autograph, Ms. Young? I really like your work." Vermont was shocked. "I couldn't tell, Marshall. You like dramas with idols?" Marshall said earnestly, "Ms. Young's dramas are pretty good. You should watch some when you're free. It builds character." Vermont twitched his lips speechlessly. 'Have I gone crazy, or has Marshall gone crazy? Watching cliché dramas can build character? What in the world?' he thought.

"No women ever shot her man while he was doing dishes." ~ Author unknown. - "Everyday. I couldn't be happy if I didn't see him everyday. He is absolutely necessary to me." Lucia read a quote from The picture of Dorian Gray. She vaguely smiled, this book meant so much to her. It was the book she once shared with him, a book that later hurt her because of the character he had compared her to but she loved it now. There was not a day she didn't read it, not a day she didn't read one quote from the book to keep herself going.

ZARA “That’s what people do when you stop explaining yourself. They fill in the gaps with their own fears, their own projections. But I don’t owe the world every chapter before it’s written.” She took a breath then, slow and deep, as if centering herself. ZARA (CONT’D) “Sometimes people try to rewrite your story for you. But I’ve learned—I hold the pen.” The room stilled. Even the sound engineer behind the camera leaned forward slightly. That line landed like thunder. The host gave a knowing smile. SADE “That part. That’s the quote.” Zara smiled too—but hers was quieter, as if she already knew the sentence had wings.

"Oh really? Because I distinctly remember you flubbing the line about the Cliffs of Insanity." "What? No, I didn't!" I argued, feeling my cheeks warm up. "And let's not forget about your creative meaning behind Vizzini's 'inconceivable' moments," Alex said, his eyes flashing with amusement. I gasped in mock offense. "How dare you! I was adding dramatic flair!" We argued back and forth, each of us confident in our superior quotation skills. Finally, I threw up my hands in frustration. "Alright, fine. Let's settle this fair and square. Rock, paper, scissors?"

Broadway Heights is back to normalcy by Monday morning, the hallway is crowded with different groups mingling with themselves. I laugh at something Maria says, she gives me a look. “What? It’s true.” “It’s not,” I reply, trying to keep the flatness out of my voice. Her dramatic gasp amuses me, she grips my shoulder. I don’t allow her intense look deter me. “You cannot walk on fire without getting burned.” “You know nothing, my dear,” she retorts.

In answer, he nodded his head telling me silently that he had done the job. Good going, David! When I was casually drinking from my glass and waiting for it to happen, I heard a glass, shattering beside me. My eyes went wide when I found Drama queen opening her blouse buttons. She was sweating profusely. “Oh, God. Juliet, are you alright?” I asked her worriedly. But she stood up, panting and looking around for something. The pack’s Gamma, Hilton reached to her for help, “You don’t seem alright, ma’am.”

Another strand of hair fell across her upturned button nose and this time Diana slipped it behind her ear for her. “Everything will be okay,” Diana said. “Please, don’t think about it. I know that’s easier said than done. But just empty your head. Let it all just disappear. Look out the window and watch things go by. Think about those things. I’m here, Jules. Think about the movie, okay? Clueless will rock. We love funny stuff, right? Do you remember when we saw Mrs. Doubtfire? That movie was hilarious. Oh, what was that line? Ah . . . ‘Layla, get back in your cage! Don’t make me get the hose!’” Julia couldn’t help it. She giggled.