Thespians Quotes

“Act well your part; there all the honour lies.”
― Alexander Pope, An Essay on Man

“I think he was enamored with you because you were so enamored with him.”
― M.L. Rio, If We Were Villains

“Life is like theatre. Each new day is a new scene with new acts and roles to portray. The sets always change. You come across new dialogue and lines to exchange between others. Scripts are improvised. But the beauty in it is that everyday, you are constantly learning who you are and how others around you are. Express yourself and empathize. It's okay to wear a mask every now and then but remember that you'll eventually meet fellow thespians who will find a way to break down your walls and barriers. Remember another thing: this isn't a dress rehearsal. And God is your ultimate Director. Let Him write your script and call the cuts. Allow Him to provide you with the applause that truly matters. Let Him open up your heart to real self discovery. He is the best playwright that never dies. He lives. And so do you when you learn to let go and step on the stage of life.”
― Melody Joy

“some kids can't do drama because their life is a lie”
― Dmitry Dyatlov

“The curtain rises even on an actor's worst day.”
― Stewart Stafford

“The Actor's Prayer

Great Baachus, spare us from the demon Rejection! And harsh critics, incompetent make-up artists, ill-fitting costumes, tight shoes, screaming children, corpsing and a visit from the welfare officer.”
― Stewart Stafford

“In icy footsteps do actors tread in moonlight's chill,
In crystalline depth,
The players set,
To entertain and do no ill.
© Stewart Stafford, 2020. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“It isn’t real, none of it is, but it’s bearable. Isn’t it pathetic the only way some can tolerate existence is by faking one? The effort to entertain is a happy one. It’s the need to do it that’s so damn sad.”
― Karl Kristian Flores, The Goodbye Song

“Proscenium Panther by Stewart Stafford

The actor missed his line,
Whispers from the wings,
Deafening silence hanging,
Another cue came briskly.

A pregnant pause of years,
The frozen player’s lips moved,
Offstage, a mock post-mortem,
The thespian grinned impishly.

After the audience’s first line laugh,
He racked his brain for more jokes,
Flouting the text and all the cast,
O, limelight, of hot-headed hydras.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford