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I DONT

Desire

WANT REALISM,

WANT MAGIC!

Blanche DuBois, A Streetcar Named

Love is stupid monkeys dancing in a slapstick hurricane. What If


Its all messy: the hair. The bed. The words. The heart. Life. Goethe
Loves all very well but in the hands of people it turns into soup. Once
It is both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so very deeply. David Jones

I go to seek a great perhaps. Francois Rabelas


Beautiful things dont ask for attention. The Secret Life of Walter Mitty

Art is not what you see but what you make others see.
Edgar Degas
We all shine on, like the moon, and the stars, and the sun. John Lennon
Sometimes Im terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants.
The way it stops and starts. Edgar Allan Poe
She wasnt doing anything that I could see, except standing there, leaning on the
balcony railing, holding the universe together. JD Salinger
You have great truths within you if only anyone would bother to look. The Little Prince
If you love a flower that lives on a star, it is sweet to look at the sky at night. All the
stars are a-bloom with flowers. The Little Prince

Excuse me while I kiss the sky. Jimi Hendrix


But those stories dont mean anything when youve got no one to tell them to. Brandi
Carlile
Even the darkest night will end and the sun will rise. Victor Hugo, Les Miserables
Im gonna end up alone. Im gonna be a single old lady, flashing people on the subway.
Jessica Day, New Girl
Ibrakeforbirds,Irockalotofpolkadots,Ihavetouchedglitterin
thelast24hours.Ispendmyentiredaytalkingtochildren,Ifindit
fundamentallystrangethatyourenotadessertperson.Thatsjustweird
anditfreaksmeout,andImsorryIdonttalklikeMurphyBrown,andI
hateyourpantsuit.Iwishithadribbonsonitorsomethingtomakeit
justslightlycuter,andthatdoesntmeanImnotsmartandtoughand
strong.JessicaDay,NewGirl

If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere. Vincent Van
Gogh

Im not sure what Ill do, but well, I want to go places and see people. I want my mind
to grow. I want to live where things happen on a big scale. The Ice Palace, F. Scott
Fitzgerald
The terror of performing never goes away. Instead, you get very, very comfortable being
terrified. Eric Whitacre
There's two sides to me, you see. There's the sleepy old side you love; an' there's a sort
of energy-- the feelin' that makes me do wild things. That's the part of me that may be
useful somewhere, that'll last when I'm not beautiful any more. The Ice Palace, F.
Scott Fitzgerald
Its that thing when youre with someone and you love them and they know it and they
love you and you know it but its a party and youre both talking to other people and
youre laughing and shining and you look across the room and catch each others eyes.
But not because youre possessive, or its precisely sexual, but because that is your
person in this life and its funny and sad but only because this life will end and its this
secret world that exists right there. In public. Unnoticed. That no one else knows about.
Its sort of like how they say that other dimensions exist all around us but we dont have
the ability to perceive them. Thats what I want out of a relationship. Or just life, I guess.
Frances Ha
Les temps sont durs pour les reveurs. Amelie
I just miss how it felt standing next to you, wearing matching dresses before the world
was big. Girlpool
The shadows bring the starlight Spring Awakening
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your
dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center
of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from
fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy
fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the
limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to
be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be
faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own
life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout
to the silver of the full moon, 'Yes.'
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get
up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to
feed the children.
It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the
centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you
from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty
moments. The Invitation, Oriah Mountain Dreamer

Love, whether newly born or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create
sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, that it overflows upon the outward world.
Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter
We chase the melodies that seem to find us
Until theyre finished songs and start to play
When senseless acts of tragedy remind us
That nothing here is promised, not one day.
This show is proof that history remembers
We lived through times when hate and fear seemed stronger;
We rise and fall and light from dying embers,
remembrances that hope and love last longer
And love is love is love is love is love is love is love
is love cannot be killed or swept aside.
I sing Vanessas symphony, Eliza tells her story
Now fill the world with music, love, and pride. Lin-Manuel Miranda
This could be the middle this could be the end this could be the start of the start this
could be the instant that everything changes and you live out the love in your heart
Dallas Clayton

I think Ill take today to do some thinking about who and how and what I
want to be and if I find the answers in the flowers by the lake I think Ill take
the time to set them free Dallas Clayton
I think I'm sick, and I don't know if my ailment has a name. It's just me sitting and
staring at the internet or the television for long periods of time, interspersed by trying to
not do that and then lying about what I've been doing. And then I'll get so excited about
something that the excitement overwhelms me and I can't sleep or do anything and I
just am in love with everything but can't figure out how to make myself work in the
world. Mistress America
I'll probably end up doing something depressing, but young. Mistress America
And now, cried Max, let the wild rumpus start! Where the Wild Things Are
The fundamental thing that you've got to do is be in as many rooms as possible. Including your own. You
have to be assisting, or interning, or building props, or ushering, seeing theater, talking with playwrights,
and then making your own work wherever the hell you can make it, constantly. As much energy as you
possibly have in your twenties, you should spend doing everything that you possibly can, and obviously
working whatever jobs you need to so you can make a living to allow you to buy a roll of toilet paper that
you use as a costume piece in whatever show you're doing in a closet. It's just about making work nonstop,
whether it's yours or other people's, and then seeing work when you're not making." - Rachel Chavkin

Youth is such a wonderful thingits a shame that it is wasted on young people.


George Bernard Shaw
That is a terrible thingto know at last the one thing you want to do more than
anything else, and to know that you can never, never do it because you werent born
with the right combination of chemicals, or something. Of course, it doesnt diminish the
joy of doing what you can, but it makes you more fatalistic Black Mountain College:
Experiment in Art