Quotes & Sayings About Nick Describing Gatsby

7"But blessedx is the one who trustsy in the LORD, whose confidence is in him. 8They will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream.z It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of droughta and never fails to bear fruit."b — Anonymous

I don't think anyone has ever succeeded in putting Ian Fleming's James Bond up on the screen. The closest in my opinion is Pierce Brosnan. — Christopher Lee

I was born in the summer of 1970, the last of five boys stretched over eight years. My parents were a struggling young couple who had been married one afternoon under a shade tree by a preacher without a church. No guests or fancy dress, just the two of them, lost in love, and the preacher taking a break from working on a house. — Charles M. Blow

Well, I'm an optimist. — Harry Connick Jr.

The stock market is never obvious. It is designed to fool most of the people, most of the time. — Jesse Lauriston Livermore

I hated the mountains and the hills, the rivers and the rain. I hated the sunsets of whatever colour, I hated its beauty and its magic and the secret I would never know. I hated its indifference and the cruelty which was part of its loveliness. Above all I hated her. For she belonged to the magic and the loveliness. She had left me thirsty and all my life would be thirst and longing for what I had lost before I found it. — Jean Rhys

When I first came in, I partied and had a good time. I used to spend $500,000 on chains that don't make no sense. Then I started having babies. I don't do the bull**** no more. — Shaquille O'Neal

You haven't I suppose ever mixed with politicians at close quarters. They're awful ... their stupidity is inhuman. — Robert Skidelsky

I don't think of myself as a writer. I'm troubled and stupid like everyone else. I grew up with the streets. I have dead friends, friends in prison, friends who are prostitutes, on drugs, drunk, married to shitty men. I write because I need to write, to make sense of life. Honesty is everything to me. — Mian Mian

You're your own problem — Thabiso Monkoe

The scene before her flattened, lost one of its dimensions, and the noise dribbled irrelevantly down its face. Something was coming. This moment, this very experience of it, seemed only the thinnest gauze. She sat in the audience thinking
someone here has cancer, someone has a broken heart, someone's soul is lost, someone feels naked and foreign, thinks they once knew the way but can't remember the way, feels stripped of armor and alone, there are people in this audience with broken bones, others whose bones will break sooner or later, people who've ruined their health, worshipped their own lives, spat on their dreams, turned their backs on their true beliefs, yes, yes, and all will be saved. All will be saved. All will be saved. — Denis Johnson

I hear a drum in my soul's ear coming from the depth of the stars. — Rumi

Designers think everything done by someone else is awful, and that they could do it better themselves, which explains why I designed my own living room carpet, I suppose. — Chris Bangle