Theatre Quotes Novels & Stories

I also added some comedy by teasing my sister and Nonna, then closed out with an inspirational quote that my dad always said to me. ''Stop worrying how it's going to happen and start believing that it will.'' A thunderous of claps from the crowd jumped my heart with happiness. Everyone was standing up and clapped with whistles here and there to my speech. I got off the stage and went over to Violet who was already eager to hug me. ''Oh, Jason, that was so beautiful.'' ''Not as beautiful as you.'' I touched her on the side of her face and smile. Our faces were leaning close to each other until one of the security guys interrupted us from kissing each other.

Minutes later, she walked in and gave me a reassuring pat on the arm before standing beside Rose. “Okay,” I began, inhaling deeply. “Not everyone is here, but it doesn’t matter. The quote I said in the square earlier—it was from Lyra. My mother.” I didn’t wait for the inevitable reactions. “That quote… I believe it’s our way out of here.” Robin’s eyes sharpened immediately. Zane frowned from the bed. “How can a quote get us out of here?” “That’s why I needed to speak with Robin,” I explained. My voice steadied as I repeated the words. “She said, a path becomes one only when it’s walked… and one that can become abandoned is left.”

“It's just that, I can't believe I'm here right now. I never thought I'd be sipping champagne with Carter Winthrow. Not to mention I'm about to go and eat at La Reve. It feels kind of surreal.” Carter kept his gaze on me while I spoke. “Act as if you're where you want to be, and as surely as you can feel your own breath, you'll get there.” “Is that a quote?” I asked. “Who said that? Thoreau? Emerson?” He shook his head. “My father. I'd heard him say it countless times when I was growing up. It stuck with me.” “Was he involved with stocks too?” I asked, instantly wondering if I was crossing the line by prying.

Caitlin felt herself bristle with excitement, as she sensed the play was about to begin. Moments later, a lone actor stepped forward, out to the center of the stage, walking dramatically right to the front, just feet away from Caitlin. Caitlin could hear Scarlet gasp up above her, on her shoulders. The entire crowd became deathly silent. In fact, Caitlin could not believe how silent it became so quickly, at how much respect these people gave to the theater: there were thousands and thousands of unruly people here, and yet now, at this moment, she could not hear a peep. There were certainly no cellphones or beepers to go off, either. That was another thing that made Caitlin appreciate this ti

I soon forget about the script, moving across the stage as I recite my lines. “Your emotion, Tessa.” The disapproving tone cuts through my bubble, I pause without turning to her. “Put your heart into it just like you did yesterday.” Only yesterday, there wasn’t a crowd. My head jerks furiously in a nod, the crowd will be massive on the D-day. Miss Jota mutters, “Again. Start again. You have to make the audience feel it.” The bells in my head trip when I hear a snicker, I don’t bother to confirm who it came from but it heightens my nervousness. “Tessa? We don’t have all day. Start again.”

The other half fell into mine like a dead bird. "Blasphemy," a priest breathed, delighted by the chance to use the word correctly. "Proof," I said and held my half up to the light so the stitched swans could show their petty faces. "This proves nothing but your talent for theatre. Sashes float. So do lies. Queens drown. Bills do not." Seraphine's composure didn't crack. She doesn't let it. Her eyes did something smaller; something that cost someone else later. "Arrest them," she said, soft as a prayer being recited for the thousandth time.

So, why is there no people? “You said this theatre is good,” Harriet complained to Cassius. Tilting his head to her side while holding the colas, Cassius replied, “It is. There is always less people coming here. So, it’s good.” Harriet’s mouth hanged loose. What Cassius meant when he said that the theatre is good is that there are almost no one coming here. And it is perfect for someone like Cassius, who hates crowded place. ‘Why did I forget that? Darn it,’ Harriet sighed inwardly as she caught her forehead with her palm.

Danny asked. "Theatre," Net replied with a small, dry smirk. "People don't fear a man who looks like he can't find his own car keys. It makes them talk. It makes them careless. That’s how I found out Ote was dirty. He thought I was just another desk-jockey who couldn't see past a spreadsheet."

Magnus told her and stepped to the side. She pulled it off and blinked as her eyes adjusted to the lighting. “What… The theater? Why are we he… re…? Oh, my sweet God,” Sunny whispered and grabbed his arm when she spotted the men on stage. “Magnus, do you know who that man near Quincy is? Oh, my God! Oh, my God!” He chuckled and pulled her towards the stage. “Yes, my love...” “That’s Joshua London!” she squealed, not allowing him to finish. “He’s one of the greatest theater directors in the city! How come you know him?”

I whispered to Nathan as he munched on his chips. "No, this is more like an extra practice where they get to feel out the responses of their audience so they can tweak what needs to be changed before they perform it on stage." I must admit, it was probably one of the most interesting dates I had ever been on. We discussed different parts of the play as we walked back to my apartment, each having different opinions about the changes the theatre group had made to the play. "All I'm saying is that they could have done without killing the donkey too. It's bad enough both Romeo and Juliette died," I argued as we got to the front doors of my apartment building.