Reel Kennedy Ryan Quotes

Every day that ends with me still breathing has ended well.

And every time I make you smile, I feel like I’ve conquered the world.

Tomorrow,” she says from the screen, from a wheelchair precipitously close to the edge of a pier, “is the most presumptuous word in the world, because who knows if you even get that.

And if you’re lucky, you find people along the way who keep your feet on the ground—who remind you that real life matters, too.

We are artists,” she quotes softly, her eyes set on mine. “When there is no joy to be found, we have the power in our hands, the will of our souls, to make it.

History is so picked over, by the time you get to the tree, there’s barely any fruit left.

Better todays make better tomorrows, and if you don’t get tomorrow at least you had today.

Winston Churchill said history is written by the victors, but I would amend that to say it’s often written by liars. History is fact. You can’t change what happened, but you can edit it. People lie and leave out the truth, bend it to suit their needs.

When you lose your natural family by blood, the family you choose is that much dearer,

Extraordinary wants no parts of normal.

Sometimes shit has to get awkward before it gets right.

Boy, we all gonna die. Question is, how did you live? Did you live or just wait for death to come? Not me. I ain’t waiting for nothing.

Mama always said waiting for sunsets was like waiting for a miracle you knew would come,” he says, his voice graveled with the emotion in his eyes. “How happy she must be to know I finally found mine.

It’s not an existential question of immortality, of living forever, but a challenge of numbered days and what we do with what we have. It’s not a string of todays that become yesterdays and aspire to tomorrow, but living like there is no guarantee. Living with an urgency to say what needs to be said, do what needs to be done. To no matter what, live with what you’ll leave behind in mind.

Tomorrow...is the most presumptuous word in the world, because who knows if you even get that. Yesterday, spilled milk and old news. You can’t do nothing about how you messed up or fell short or didn’t do yesterday. Even when you mess up and make it right, it has to be done today.

I touch my face and my fingers come away streaked with paint, smeared with pain and degradation.

Question is, how did you live? Did you live or just wait for death to come? Not me. I ain’t waiting for nothing.

Oh.” That’s the best I can do. It’s been so many years, and I hope we can put this behind us, but I hadn’t planned on confronting this particular demon for Christmas.

I want you to find someone you love more than your art.

Life is indiscriminately seasoned, usually not sweet without some bitter. Usually not sun without some rain.

A miracle you can count on.

my very good friend who I just met tonight, Odessa Johnson.

I love you, Neevah Saint.” I chuckle, emotion crowding my throat. “Or Mathis—whatever your damn name is. I love you.

The only thing you can do with today is make it count, because soon it will be tomorrow.

I glance from him to the scoreboard and back, my smirk telling him without words that he may go home with Iris, but it’s as a loser who got his ass handed to him on the court. I made him my highlight reel bitch, and she witnessed every second of it.

Can you just let me be sad? Can you just let it hurt? I don’t need you to tell me why it shouldn’t, or that it will be okay. I just want to not fight for a minute. Can you be here for me, with me, while I stop fighting and let myself feel this? I promise I’ll get back up, but for just a minute, let me fall.

Assumed you thought you were too bougie for us now.

Leave.

everyday

Am I Kanye’s Twitter account right now? I’m barely coherent. Good Lord.

That is the risk of love, what makes it a radical act. You pour everything into another person who is bound by fragile humanity. You could lose them at any time, but you can’t reason with your heart.

Live with what you’ll leave behind in mind.

The only thing you can do with today is make it count, because soon it will be tomorrow. And I already told you about them tomorrows. Better todays make better tomorrows, and if you don’t get tomorrow at least you had today.

Canon and I go our separate ways conversationally, both being drawn in different directions, but he anchors us by holding my hand under the table, and it’s so sweet it makes my heart ache.

She licks her lips and nods. “It could be. My doctor prescribed prednisone, which I’ve been able to do without until now. It’s a steroid that suppresses the immune

Forgiving is harder than forgetting. Forgetting would be the oblivion of never knowing how you hurt me. Forgiving is accepting you hurt me, deciding that I’m going to keep loving you anyway.

You let me handle Galaxy and anyone else who tries to give us shit. Here’s what you’re missing,” he says, grabbing my hand. “I’m the boss. Galaxy may have funded this movie, but it’s mine, and I hold all the cards, and they’ll do whatever the fuck I want.

Yeah, because one implies that I don’t want you unconditionally, and the other implies you don’t trust me to.

Every single one of us is in that race, and a race against time is one you’ll never win. But how will you run?

Reel is a love story, but also a love letter to the scores of Black creatives whose work and accomplishments have gone largely unacknowledged and unsung. In many cases, they sacrificed so much for little gain in their lifetimes. But we have gained, learning from and being inspired by their example.

In a story that is pretend, she makes it feel true. And in a moment when I wasn’t looking, I’ve found exactly what I was looking for.

Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it?

I reach between us and find his cock, hard, ready, huge in my palm.

There are lingering traces of a Southern accent in her voice, like honey sprinkled into something savory.

The sounds he makes when he feasts on my pussy will visit me in my dreams.

I’m slick as a Slip ’N Slide down there. And should he feel so inclined to eat ass, nary a hair survived that Brutal Brunhilda wax-a-thon I endured on all fours at the spa. I’m ready for anything. I’ve practically been

If you kin see de light at daybreak,

who wants normal? Extraordinary wants no parts of normal.

It’s funny how we speak of the future like it’s promised.

You think just because you’re sick you can say anything you want to me and get away with it?

Yeah.

She’s adularescent, the glow of a stone that comes from beneath the surface—like all the brightest parts of her aren’t available to the naked eye, and onstage she brings it out for the audience to see.

We aren’t usually one hundred percent right or informed on anything. Even if I don’t agree with someone, I never discount the opportunity to learn something I hadn’t considered.

Winston Churchill said history is written by the victors, but I would amend that to say it’s often written by liars. History is fact. You can’t change what happened, but you can edit it. People lie and leave out the truth, bend it to suit their needs. I like to tell stories that excavate the facts and expose the truth.

the Piggly Wiggly is gone and there’s a new Taco Bell/KFC combo on Main Street, but Mama says Mrs. Shay still does a fish fry every Saturday and sells chitterlings dinners at Christmas.

Better todays make better tomorrows, and if you don’t get tomorrow, at least you had today.

man who cheated on me and got my sister pregnant. So, yeah. I’m cautious not only about who I share my heart and body with, but I’m also protective of my dreams; of my ambition. I won’t endanger my future for a man who can fuck. Though…

You hate it when I what? Be right? Or be Black? I’m one most of the time and the other all the time.

Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? Every, every minute?

The past is shit. The future is uncertain. All you have is now.

You can thank me later.” He catches my eyes, wicked humor lurking beneath the surface of his smile. “I think a week’s worth of blow jobs should suffice.” “Only a week?” “I’m easy to please.

This body is a shell,” she says, her voice sober. “No matter how beautiful or what size or how healthy, every single body inevitably returns to dust. It is not your legacy. It is not what you leave behind.

Baby, loving you and wanting to fuck you all the time are inextricably tied together.

My sister is pregnant by my fiancé.

Though… a man who can fuck? I wouldn’t turn it down, but it will take more than that to pique my interest.

I’m so deep in this dick drought I’m past the point of thirst.

There is such love in his eyes, such… I don’t know… adoration… that for a moment, I don’t know how to respond. It is a look, a love that reaches in and fills me up. I’m about to yield because that look could get this man anything he wants,

No, you’re a star who was standing by waiting for me to find her.

Black artists getting their due is personal for me.

Hold up. Wait a minute. Put a little crazy in it.

Winston Churchill said history is written by the victors, but I would amend that to say it’s often written by liars. History is fact. You can’t change what happened, but you can edit it.

And in a moment when I wasn’t looking, I’ve found exactly what I was looking for.

Big brown eyes that in one moment offer everything and in the next seem to hoard a thousand secrets. A man would ransom his soul for those eyes, for those secrets.

She said don’t use your gift for shit you hate to survive.

She really is breathtaking. It kind of sneaks up on you.

She really is breathtaking. It kind of sneaks up on you. You think at first she’s merely pretty, but up close, midnight lurks in her velvety brown eyes and someone thought it was okay to dust a few freckles into the rich caramel of her skin.

That right there, what we just did, making music and making people smile —that feels like home. Maybe music means I can be at home anywhere in the world.

And you say you’re not a romantic.” “I’m not. I just like you.

You look at me the way your mom looked at sunsets.

Hope is the most dangerous element in the world.

I can’t leave because there’s nowhere else to go.

I want her however she comes. She’s worth all of the gambles with no guarantees.

To no matter what, live with what you’ll leave behind in mind.

Hers was a race that had already been decided, a race against time, but the beauty was in how she ran. And I think that’s the point. Every single one of us is in that race, and a race against time is one you’ll never win. But how will you run?

Hers was a race that had already been decided, a race against time, but the beauty was in how she ran.

Tomorrow,” she says from the screen, from a wheelchair precipitously close to the edge of a pier, “is the most presumptuous word in the world

because give Canon an inch and he takes a road trip.

He shared his dreams with me, bright and unfinished like uncut diamonds kept in a bag no one else has seen.

Forgiving is accepting you hurt me, deciding that I’m going to keep loving you anyway.

When family needs you, you go even if they don’t call.

I realized I loved her just before I realized I could lose her,

but they bring with them not only the best of life, but the risk of loss. And at some point, your heart decides it’s worth it.

Sometimes attraction is the body’s way of keeping a secret from your heart until you’re ready to hear it.

Sometimes attraction is the body’s way of keeping a secret from your heart until you’re ready to hear it. Maybe my heart recognized who Neevah was to me immediately—my light, the part that would fit with me like we were crafted for one another—but disguised it as admiration, lust, desire, need. Emotions I could accept, giving me time to fall in love. Inevitably. Irrevocably.

Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it? Every, every minute? Saints and poets maybe.

because loss is as much a part of life as what we gain.

If I were white, I could capture the world.

As a young woman when I left Harlem, I wanted to see the world, but it was when I came home that I changed it.

Home is not a song, and it’s not a place. It’s people.

but this little roadside sign in a small Alabama town—it says I was here and it will tell my story.