drama

I am glad you are happy--but I never believe much in happiness. I never believe in misery either. Those are things you see on the stage or the screen or the printed page, they never really happen to you in life.

It's a true image, born of a false spectacle.

The heavy rain dripped off his thick leather hat and sloshed on the dry hard ground. To someone with a soul, it might have been peaceful, pretty, even to watch the drops bounce and form graceful puddles before they disappeared into the cracks in the Earth.Daniel Marlin merely cursed. He only saw the weather as another delay before they could rescue their brother from jail. He turned the horse back into the copse of trees, hating to admit defeat.

A mistake is the name we give to any action in which we perceive a difference between what we intended and what has occurred. Intention fuels every dramatic action, including the writing of dramatic stories, which involves a series of dramatic actions. In the course of writing, or finding, the story that wants to get itself told, it behooves the writer to liberate the characters by finding the faith and courage necessary for setting aside one__ own conscious needs and expectations. Not to do so promotes __istakes_ - i.e: confusion born of some incoherence in the emotional logic of the story). As the writer abandons his/her intentions - no matter how noble they may seem - only then does that most strange and ineffable quality we so casually refer to as __he magic_ have a chance of entering the story, and rendering even the __istakes_ stimulating, daring and provocative.

I needed to realise my role in the drama and it was only then that I could learn and be better for it, and it was only then that I could move forward. I needed to move forward and had to look at each day as a way of becoming a better me. And when I got better, the people around me reciprocated.

Never worry what others say when you walk away from all the drama. Be grateful you had the strength and courage to stay out of the conflict and be at peace with your choices.

If you want to know the truth,_ he says, leaning forward like he__ getting ready to tell a really good story, __t has to do with Kelsey. And the biggest lie of all.__nd that__ when I realize the thing about the truth. It always comes out, no matter what you do.

We all say and do things we regret, but it__ never to late to change, apologize and become a better person

Organizing your emotions reclaims your power over any given drama. Nothing is stronger than your own mind.

Next to God, Family is the best thing.

All problems, though appearing outside of you, must be resolved within YOU.

But family connections are weird. Even if your relatives aren't good to you, they're still your blood. You can't lose that connection completely. And believe me, I've got a few relatives on my dad's side I'd love to lose.

The kind of individual that you see on the outside, is never the same person on the inside.

Her gaze flickered to the balcony doors and back, her brows knitted in confusion. __y balcony doesn__ connect to yours.___ jumped._ He grinned at the flash of concern he saw in __er eyes. __t dinner, your grandmother informed me that you__ be moving to the room beside mine. She also mentioned how close my balcony was to yours; so close that even an old lady like herself could leap between the two without the least effort.__enetia__ cheeks heated and she pulled her nightgown closer. __randmama is anything but subtle.___lmost as subtle as your mother.___h, no! Not Mama, too.__regor paused beside a small table to pick up a silver tray holding a cut crystal decanter and matching glasses and set it on the table before Venetia. __our mother was concerned I might be afraid of heights. She told me that if she were thinking of jumping between the balconies and couldn__ bring herself to make the leap, it might be possible to pick the lock on the connecting door with, say, a cravat pin.__enetia blushed. ____ surprised they aren__ in here now, throwing rose petals before you as you walk.___ would never countenance petal tossing. Too showy.

There is a voice in my head that is only silenced by the scratching of my pen

Then in the spring something happened to me. Yes, I remember. I fell in love with James Tyrone and was so happy for time.

Well, it's true for every elder sibling, We have this supremely potent weapon "parents " on our side in such matters. In fact, such are the times when our maturity works wonders in hitching parents to our side over these younger siblings.

Nostalgia has a way of blocking the reality of the past.