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.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

Extraordinary wants no parts of normal.

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.

Sometimes shit has to get awkward before it gets right.

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

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.

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.

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.

Assumed you thought you were too bougie for us now.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.