Theatre Quotes Novels & Stories

“Let the show begin,” Roman said. “I’m sure you will enjoy this. Next time, you will be wiser in your decision-making.” Roman added. “But look at the stage, the lighting is perfect, the space is grand enough for the show and the distance from the stage to the ground is not so much. I chose this theatre so that you can hold your wife before her last breath.” Roman said. “That’s very thoughtful.” West said and smiled. “Are you not too excited for someone whose wife is about to be executed in the most gruesome of ways?” Roman said.

I decide to confide in him. “Secrets. We’ve both been keeping secrets from each other,” I say. “There are no secrets that time does not reveal,” he quotes. “Who said that?” I ask. “Jean Racine. He was a French poet. I used to read his work when I was younger,” he explains. “It’s like every time we take one step forward, we take another two steps back,” I sigh. “We can’t get to a place where we’re both happy.” Thaddeus finds a pebble next to him and throws it as far as he can. It lands on the edge of the pond.

"The Romans who built it are gone but the stone is still deciding who looks small." "What did you conclude," he said. "About the making." She looked at the amphitheatre drawing. "That it's enough," she said. "Making is enough. You don't have to be remembered. The thing you made can be remembered and that's sufficient." She paused. "I found that comforting." "I find it frightening," he said. "The not being remembered." "Why." He thought about it. The genuine pause, the one that meant he was actually working it out.

“Sometimes the longer you wait, the closer the knife gets to the throat.” And with that, he walks off. I stay behind. Staring at the lake. Watching my reflection blur and bend on the water’s surface. Trying to figure out if I’m drowning in doubt— Or just too scared to swim. The black velvet curtains swallow the afternoon light, leaving the theater cloaked in that familiar half-shadow. Dust dances in the beams of stage lights, and the scuff marks on the wooden floor feel like memories frozen mid-performance. It’s the first theater session since exams.

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“Do not waste your love on someone who does not value it, my dear.” Lincoln moved to the front of the stage and put his arms out wide. “Wine is great, plays are questionable, and people in love are crazy.” “That’s not Shakespeare!” someone shouted from the audience. Lincoln frowned while he shouted back. “Does it look like we care about being technically correct? I give you, Act Three!” There was more shuffling on stage and in the audience, as people began to realize that this was no kind of official performance and that they did not have to behave especially well for the remainder. Someone tossed a taco onto the stage, and I gasped. What a waste of a taco.

I jotted down ideas in a small notebook, capturing fleeting thoughts and flashes of inspiration that danced through my mind. Evenings in the city were a spectacle to behold. I ventured into its cultural heart, attending a captivating theater performance. The actors' performances transported me to different worlds, evoking a range of emotions that stirred my soul. The applause that reverberated through the theater filled me with a sense of appreciation for the arts and their ability to connect humanity on a profound level.

"Intermission is scheduled, there are refreshments-" My mouth finds his neck and his whole thesis dies in his throat. "Okay. Flexible scheduling. The theatre is a living art form." "Stop talking." "Never. It's my whole thing. You knew this when you-" I bite him, just under the jaw, and the sound he makes is not theatrical at all. Low and caught-out and very horny. "Unfair." "Take the ironed shirt off before I ruin it." "You ruining it was the entire point of ironing it. You think I went to this kind of trouble just for the sake of-"

he greeted her with a warm smile. "Professor Marcus, thank you so much for receiving me," she replied, feeling nervous. "Daniel, good to see you again." "Thank you, Marcus, likewise." "Well... I suppose this isn't your first visit to my theater?" Marcus inquired, his eyes curious. "Oh, no! I attended a performance a few years ago." "Which one did you come to see?" "Tosca." "Ah! One of my favorites..." he exclaimed with passion. "Well, would you like to see behind the scenes?"

He stared straight into her eyes as he spoke out those words. As he spoke, he couldn't help but remember one, Shakespearean Verse he saw in a book. It says... My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep. The more I give to the more I have, for both are infinite. There was also another verse from the same writer that struck him and made him realize a lot. It says... Doubt thou the stars are fine, Doubt that the sun doth move, Doubt truth to be a liar,