#acting

Directing teenage actors is like juggling jars of nitro-glycerine: exhilarating and dangerous. ↗

— Stephen King

#directing #musicals #plays #teens #music

I make mistakes. That's what I do. I speak without thinking, I act without knowing. I drink so much that I can barely walk...I'm a fantastic lover though, and an amazing friend. God knows I mean well. ↗

— Candace Bushnell

#acting

Gabriel’s green eyes sought Will. “It was demon pox, wasn’t it? You know all about it, don’t you? Aren’t you some sort of expert?” “Well, you needn’t act as if I invented it,” said Will. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#gabriel #will #acting

I don't want it to be attributed to a loss of control on my part. When I throw you out of the window, I want there to be no doubt the act was deliberate. ↗

— Ilona Andrews

#kate #acting

He often felt that too many people lived their lives acting and pretending,wearing masks and losing themselves in the process. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#acting

I am one of the Clave. It's in my blood and bones. So tell me, if you're so sure this wasn't my fault, why is it that the first thought in my mind when I saw Abbadon wasn't for my fellow warriors but for you?" His other hand came up; he was holding her face, prisoned between his palms. "I know-I knew-Alec wasn't acting like himself. I knew something was wrong. But all I could think about was you... ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#acting

The essence of independence has been to think and act according to standards from within, not without: to follow one's own path, not that of the crowd. ↗

— Nicholas Tharcher

#metaphysics #philosophy #acting

The simplest acts of kindness are by far more powerful then a thousand heads bowing in prayer. ↗

— Mahatma Gandhi

#charity #compassion #kindness #acting

All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms. Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#humanity #life #mankind #poetry #roles

I'm involved in some action scenes, so they'll train me for that. I'll be working with my acting coach to prepare for my character. ↗

— Aaliyah

#action #character #coach #i #involved