So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness.
It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living.
Ah," she cried, "you look so cool."Their eyes met, and they stared together at each other, alone in space. With an effort she glanced down at the table.You always look so cool," she repeated.She had told him that she loved him, and Tom Buchanan saw.
I don't ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside me there'll always be the person I am to-night.
Actually that’s my secret — I can’t even talk about you to anybody because I don’t want any more people to know how wonderful you are.
I'm not sentimental--I'm as romantic as you are. The idea, you know,is that the sentimental person thinks things will last--the romanticperson has a desperate confidence that they won't.
I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it's these things I'd believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn't all she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything.
And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.
I hope she'll be a fool -- that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.
Glamour is an impression of attraction or fascination that a particularly luxurious or elegant appearance creates, an impression which is better than the reality.
She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful for the way she thought. She was beautiful for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved.
Làm cho mỗi khoảnh khắc trong mùa Giáng Sinh trở nên đặc biệt, giống như những câu chuyện của F. Scott Fitzgerald.