I was just thinking about lines...like lines of dialogue. In roleplays, movies, books, plays, anything.
And I was thinking... you know what's great? Lines of dialogue that cut through the other character's pretences right to the heart of the matter, whatever the matter happens to be. Uncanny words that suddenly cut through all the B.S. I love it.
For example:
That scene from Goodwill Hunting where Robin Williams' character is talking to Matt Damon's character Will about his history of abuse by his father...and they're casually talking, and casually sort of joking, and all of a sudden he says "Hey, Will? I don't know a lot. But all this sh**? All this sh** right here? It's not your fault." And Will is like "Yeah, i know," but the doctor keeps repeating it (No you don't, it's not your fault, it's not your fault, it's not your fault...) and eventually the character is a sobbing mess and it's beautiful. Lol. Because the therapist in the movie knew that he thought that is was his fault, and his words were speaking to the unspoken need to hear the truth that it wasn't his fault.
Another example is from a roleplay, and the other person came up with it, and I was like "yes!" My character was trying to get the other character to stick around, telling her all the reasons why she should stay that would be good for her. Dangling carrots, waving sticks, manipulating cajoling, spelling out dire consequences for the character should they not agree to let my character protect them from the villans of the story (a cop protecting someone). Then, out of nowhere, the other character doesn't address any of that--none of what he just said, but instead, answers, "I'm not leaving you, [character's name]. I'm here. Now. With you. And I'm not leaving you." I forget exact the words, but they were really good. I'm like, "Wow, she just cut through everything the character is pretending to feel with an exacto knife and addressed what he is actually feeling." I think those moments, in art--and life--are so powerful.
Another example I love is someone hearing for the first time that they're beautiful, when they have never believed they were beautiful. So, it's like, "How about that game last night?" "Oh yeah, can you believe that three pointer at the buzzer?" "No, I about choked on a chip!" "Wow it'd cold out today" "I know, right, I'm getting ready for Halloween" "Oh yeah, I'm thinking about putting some spiders on the door--" "Hey." "...but the neighbors might not--" "Heyy." "...might not think it's--" "HEY." "What?" "You're beautiful." "What?" "You're beautiful." "Me? Are you messing with m--" "You're beautiful. From the moment I saw your face I've thought you were beautiful and they'll never be a time when I don't think you're beautiful." And it's like. *Tears* And why? Because the dialogue cuts through to a hidden thought--a hidden need they have, and addresses it. It cuts straight through to the heart. That's why it's beautiful.
Thanks for letting me wax poetic.
And I was thinking... you know what's great? Lines of dialogue that cut through the other character's pretences right to the heart of the matter, whatever the matter happens to be. Uncanny words that suddenly cut through all the B.S. I love it.
For example:
That scene from Goodwill Hunting where Robin Williams' character is talking to Matt Damon's character Will about his history of abuse by his father...and they're casually talking, and casually sort of joking, and all of a sudden he says "Hey, Will? I don't know a lot. But all this sh**? All this sh** right here? It's not your fault." And Will is like "Yeah, i know," but the doctor keeps repeating it (No you don't, it's not your fault, it's not your fault, it's not your fault...) and eventually the character is a sobbing mess and it's beautiful. Lol. Because the therapist in the movie knew that he thought that is was his fault, and his words were speaking to the unspoken need to hear the truth that it wasn't his fault.
Another example is from a roleplay, and the other person came up with it, and I was like "yes!" My character was trying to get the other character to stick around, telling her all the reasons why she should stay that would be good for her. Dangling carrots, waving sticks, manipulating cajoling, spelling out dire consequences for the character should they not agree to let my character protect them from the villans of the story (a cop protecting someone). Then, out of nowhere, the other character doesn't address any of that--none of what he just said, but instead, answers, "I'm not leaving you, [character's name]. I'm here. Now. With you. And I'm not leaving you." I forget exact the words, but they were really good. I'm like, "Wow, she just cut through everything the character is pretending to feel with an exacto knife and addressed what he is actually feeling." I think those moments, in art--and life--are so powerful.
Another example I love is someone hearing for the first time that they're beautiful, when they have never believed they were beautiful. So, it's like, "How about that game last night?" "Oh yeah, can you believe that three pointer at the buzzer?" "No, I about choked on a chip!" "Wow it'd cold out today" "I know, right, I'm getting ready for Halloween" "Oh yeah, I'm thinking about putting some spiders on the door--" "Hey." "...but the neighbors might not--" "Heyy." "...might not think it's--" "HEY." "What?" "You're beautiful." "What?" "You're beautiful." "Me? Are you messing with m--" "You're beautiful. From the moment I saw your face I've thought you were beautiful and they'll never be a time when I don't think you're beautiful." And it's like. *Tears* And why? Because the dialogue cuts through to a hidden thought--a hidden need they have, and addresses it. It cuts straight through to the heart. That's why it's beautiful.
Thanks for letting me wax poetic.
Mine doesn’t come from a role play, nor from a movie or from a story...
I was young back then, though I can’t remember quite right how old I was... probably in elementary school. Anyway, I was in a camp with friends and animators and I was feeling sad, I tried telling my friends I was sad but they were “well of course since your best friend is sad as well”. I was lacking sleep, I was exhausted, I was feeling alone...plus I was already depressive back then... one animator, a caring woman... I only remember she was lesbian and that her name was fitting both gender... she saw me crying and she held me in her arms. I was saying everything that was making me feel sad, what I told you basically... then I felt better, enough to stop crying anyway...
And I told her “I’m fine now, thanks.” I tried to go out of her hug but... she took me back. “No it’s not true, you are not fine, but I promise you, you will.” I can’t believe I was mad at her, child emotions are weird sometimes... her words were so true, so reasoning in me, and her hug was so perfect, it made me feel bad, ever so sad... and I was mad, mad that it wasn’t my mom taking care of me, but my mom would never... i cried, my friends, I cried a lot, held in her arms... because she was right, I wasn’t fine, even if I was pretending it... but I still hold her promise, I’m still waiting and hoping for that day to come, I still believe her when she said that one day I would be fine... for real... it still makes me cry lol
Often I hope I could meet her again... to thank her and to say how sorry I am for ever having ill thoughts about her... and to thank her again, and to cry...
Without her, I don’t think I would be alive, or that I would still have any bit of sanity
I was young back then, though I can’t remember quite right how old I was... probably in elementary school. Anyway, I was in a camp with friends and animators and I was feeling sad, I tried telling my friends I was sad but they were “well of course since your best friend is sad as well”. I was lacking sleep, I was exhausted, I was feeling alone...plus I was already depressive back then... one animator, a caring woman... I only remember she was lesbian and that her name was fitting both gender... she saw me crying and she held me in her arms. I was saying everything that was making me feel sad, what I told you basically... then I felt better, enough to stop crying anyway...
And I told her “I’m fine now, thanks.” I tried to go out of her hug but... she took me back. “No it’s not true, you are not fine, but I promise you, you will.” I can’t believe I was mad at her, child emotions are weird sometimes... her words were so true, so reasoning in me, and her hug was so perfect, it made me feel bad, ever so sad... and I was mad, mad that it wasn’t my mom taking care of me, but my mom would never... i cried, my friends, I cried a lot, held in her arms... because she was right, I wasn’t fine, even if I was pretending it... but I still hold her promise, I’m still waiting and hoping for that day to come, I still believe her when she said that one day I would be fine... for real... it still makes me cry lol
Often I hope I could meet her again... to thank her and to say how sorry I am for ever having ill thoughts about her... and to thank her again, and to cry...
Without her, I don’t think I would be alive, or that I would still have any bit of sanity
Wow. That's just...wow. That's just...so...I don't know what to say. That story like...breaks my heart and puts it back together again at the same time. 
It's so... beautiful. Powerful.
"I still hold to her promise." <-- God, I love how you use words, Vali. I love your words. Writing this made tear up a little bit. It's so poignant. *sigh*
Now, Vali, imagine this. Imagine if you could be that person. You could be that person who comforts someone on a deep level like that, you could be the person who gives them the words that they can hold on to for the rest of their lives. How powerful, how powerful, how powerful. What a powerful thing Hope can be. It gets us through the part where we can't see the solution, it gets us through dark part, and we keep walking until we can see the light again. And you're right, without Hope, not only you, but all of us would be not here. We must hope. We must keep hoping. We must keep hoping as faithfully as we keep breathing, and never give up Hope. That teacher's words, they gave you hope. And they still give you hope. And that Hope is justified.
But again, imagine, if you get into that program, or even if you don't just through other means, doing for someone else what that teacher did for you. Being a good mom someday and giving your kid what your mom always should have given you. That's the meaning in life, right there. There where your suffering, your pain, becomes light for someone else, like a magic of old, like the old magic of alchemy that so many people in history tried to figure out how to do. Changing one element into another...like the fairy tale where someone can spin regular thread into gold on a magic loom (...or whatever the word is). We are spinning our pain into light when we process it like this and use it...we are making magic...the loom is our soul, and it is transforming darkness into light when you help someone. It's beautiful. And it's a miracle. And it's magic. (I'm having a flood of ideas here...I'm just writing them as they come...it's really cool.).
Imagine you taking care of kids or your own kid and being in a position to help like that. Imagine Sandra and I being in a postion to be foster parents someday. We really want to do that. But we can't because our house is a mess, among other things. But I really, really want to and feel meant to. Texas has such a need for Foster parents. The Supreme Court in the U.S. literally ruled the condition of the foster care system in Texas unconstitutional--literally unconstitutional!--because it was so bad. Some children were staying in CPS offices, because the social workers didn't have anywhere for them to go. The kids were moved around multiple times. Some 20 or more times, some sent to different cities so that was financially impossible for their parents to come and visit them---yeah the Supreme Court ruled it unconstitutional. Texas foster system has a national overseerer now implementing changes. When I heard about those kids on the radio, I feel really sorry and I felt called to do something. It's right up my alley, emotionally, but practically not so much, because our house is such a mess (I'm not even joking, they would not approve us with it in this condition. Mainly because of my wife's issues with keeping books), and my difficulty holding a good-paying job, but I believe those things can be overcome and maybe we will foster someday. My point was, I would love to have that kind of power, to make that kind of impact on someone's life as your animator teacher did and does on you. And I think you could do the same. You already do provide certain people coughmecough with much-needed words of encouragement when we need it, often. I love this post. I love your words.
It's so important for us to be able to "hold to a promise," when we're in the midst of the storm. The promise I held onto during one hard time I had at 18 years old (there were many I had to hold on to, a different one every few hours sometimes, during the crisis, is from the Bible. It is...
"He which hath begun a good work in you will complete it" (Phillipians 1:6). To me, it is a promise that even though I'm not finished yet, God has started a Work in me, and he's not going to leave his work unfinished. He's going to complete it. And so there was Hope. And there is always Hope. Also the ones that goes "all things work together for the good."
Anyway I think I lost my train of thought, but I love love love what you wrote, and it's so sweet and so powerful. Take care Vali! "See" you soon.
And, courage always courage.
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It's so... beautiful. Powerful."I still hold to her promise." <-- God, I love how you use words, Vali. I love your words. Writing this made tear up a little bit. It's so poignant. *sigh*
Now, Vali, imagine this. Imagine if you could be that person. You could be that person who comforts someone on a deep level like that, you could be the person who gives them the words that they can hold on to for the rest of their lives. How powerful, how powerful, how powerful. What a powerful thing Hope can be. It gets us through the part where we can't see the solution, it gets us through dark part, and we keep walking until we can see the light again. And you're right, without Hope, not only you, but all of us would be not here. We must hope. We must keep hoping. We must keep hoping as faithfully as we keep breathing, and never give up Hope. That teacher's words, they gave you hope. And they still give you hope. And that Hope is justified.
But again, imagine, if you get into that program, or even if you don't just through other means, doing for someone else what that teacher did for you. Being a good mom someday and giving your kid what your mom always should have given you. That's the meaning in life, right there. There where your suffering, your pain, becomes light for someone else, like a magic of old, like the old magic of alchemy that so many people in history tried to figure out how to do. Changing one element into another...like the fairy tale where someone can spin regular thread into gold on a magic loom (...or whatever the word is). We are spinning our pain into light when we process it like this and use it...we are making magic...the loom is our soul, and it is transforming darkness into light when you help someone. It's beautiful. And it's a miracle. And it's magic. (I'm having a flood of ideas here...I'm just writing them as they come...it's really cool.).
Imagine you taking care of kids or your own kid and being in a position to help like that. Imagine Sandra and I being in a postion to be foster parents someday. We really want to do that. But we can't because our house is a mess, among other things. But I really, really want to and feel meant to. Texas has such a need for Foster parents. The Supreme Court in the U.S. literally ruled the condition of the foster care system in Texas unconstitutional--literally unconstitutional!--because it was so bad. Some children were staying in CPS offices, because the social workers didn't have anywhere for them to go. The kids were moved around multiple times. Some 20 or more times, some sent to different cities so that was financially impossible for their parents to come and visit them---yeah the Supreme Court ruled it unconstitutional. Texas foster system has a national overseerer now implementing changes. When I heard about those kids on the radio, I feel really sorry and I felt called to do something. It's right up my alley, emotionally, but practically not so much, because our house is such a mess (I'm not even joking, they would not approve us with it in this condition. Mainly because of my wife's issues with keeping books), and my difficulty holding a good-paying job, but I believe those things can be overcome and maybe we will foster someday. My point was, I would love to have that kind of power, to make that kind of impact on someone's life as your animator teacher did and does on you. And I think you could do the same.
You already do provide certain people coughmecough with much-needed words of encouragement when we need it, often. I love this post. I love your words. It's so important for us to be able to "hold to a promise," when we're in the midst of the storm. The promise I held onto during one hard time I had at 18 years old (there were many I had to hold on to, a different one every few hours sometimes, during the crisis, is from the Bible. It is...
"He which hath begun a good work in you will complete it" (Phillipians 1:6). To me, it is a promise that even though I'm not finished yet, God has started a Work in me, and he's not going to leave his work unfinished. He's going to complete it. And so there was Hope. And there is always Hope. Also the ones that goes "all things work together for the good."
Anyway I think I lost my train of thought, but I love love love what you wrote, and it's so sweet and so powerful. Take care Vali! "See" you soon.
And, courage always courage..
I have two examples of dialogue from my book that made me pretty emotional.
This first is after Jax kisses Gilda in the middle of an argument:
“Sometimes a family isn't a man and a woman; sometimes it's three women, running from the past and present. With nothing but bravery, and faith in themselves,” Jax said slowly, “I've realized that since meeting you, and Noelle. I care about Noelle...and, I care about you Gilda. In different ways I'm realizing, but I care all the same.”
This next is after Jax dreams of the first time she woke as a demon and hurt a lot of people and Gilda comforts her.
“I was a monster, maybe I'm still one,” Jax said, letting the tears drip down her cheeks. Gilda furrowed her brow and shook her head. “No, you're not,” she whispered, “If you're a monster, than I am too, then Noelle is.”
Jacqueline swallowed hard and forced her wet gaze to look over at Gilda whose own eyes were glimmering with tears. “You're not a monster. Not to me.” Jax replied.
This first is after Jax kisses Gilda in the middle of an argument:
“Sometimes a family isn't a man and a woman; sometimes it's three women, running from the past and present. With nothing but bravery, and faith in themselves,” Jax said slowly, “I've realized that since meeting you, and Noelle. I care about Noelle...and, I care about you Gilda. In different ways I'm realizing, but I care all the same.”
This next is after Jax dreams of the first time she woke as a demon and hurt a lot of people and Gilda comforts her.
“I was a monster, maybe I'm still one,” Jax said, letting the tears drip down her cheeks. Gilda furrowed her brow and shook her head. “No, you're not,” she whispered, “If you're a monster, than I am too, then Noelle is.”
Jacqueline swallowed hard and forced her wet gaze to look over at Gilda whose own eyes were glimmering with tears. “You're not a monster. Not to me.” Jax replied.
damnationfromafar wrote:
I have two examples of dialogue from my book that made me pretty emotional.
This first is after Jax kisses Gilda in the middle of an argument:
“Sometimes a family isn't a man and a woman; sometimes it's three women, running from the past and present. With nothing but bravery, and faith in themselves,” Jax said slowly, “I've realized that since meeting you, and Noelle. I care about Noelle...and, I care about you Gilda. In different ways I'm realizing, but I care all the same.”
This next is after Jax dreams of the first time she woke as a demon and hurt a lot of people and Gilda comforts her.
“I was a monster, maybe I'm still one,” Jax said, letting the tears drip down her cheeks. Gilda furrowed her brow and shook her head. “No, you're not,” she whispered, “If you're a monster, than I am too, then Noelle is.”
Jacqueline swallowed hard and forced her wet gaze to look over at Gilda whose own eyes were glimmering with tears. “You're not a monster. Not to me.” Jax replied.
This first is after Jax kisses Gilda in the middle of an argument:
“Sometimes a family isn't a man and a woman; sometimes it's three women, running from the past and present. With nothing but bravery, and faith in themselves,” Jax said slowly, “I've realized that since meeting you, and Noelle. I care about Noelle...and, I care about you Gilda. In different ways I'm realizing, but I care all the same.”
This next is after Jax dreams of the first time she woke as a demon and hurt a lot of people and Gilda comforts her.
“I was a monster, maybe I'm still one,” Jax said, letting the tears drip down her cheeks. Gilda furrowed her brow and shook her head. “No, you're not,” she whispered, “If you're a monster, than I am too, then Noelle is.”
Jacqueline swallowed hard and forced her wet gaze to look over at Gilda whose own eyes were glimmering with tears. “You're not a monster. Not to me.” Jax replied.
They're both great writing. I especially love the emotion in the second example, because I am a sucker for hurt/comfort scenes!
All of these are amazing!!! I love them all
Emo wrote:
All of these are amazing!!! I love them all
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