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.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
I want to try making things right because picking up the pieces is way better than leaving them the way they are.
— Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry
It is easy to love people in memory; the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of you.
— John Updike, My Father’s Tears and Other Stories
I will not try to convince you to love me, to respect me, to commit to me. I deserve better than that; I AM BETTER THAN THAT…Goodbye.
— Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience
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.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
I want to try making things right because picking up the pieces is way better than leaving them the way they are.
— Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry
It is easy to love people in memory; the hard thing is to love them when they are there in front of you.
— John Updike, My Father’s Tears and Other Stories
I will not try to convince you to love me, to respect me, to commit to me. I deserve better than that; I AM BETTER THAN THAT…Goodbye.
— Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience
I will not try to convince you to love me, to respect me, to commit to me. I deserve better than that; I AM BETTER THAN THAT…Goodbye.
— Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience
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.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
