Quotes & Sayings About The Color Red In The Great Gatsby

I enjoy privacy. I think it's nice to have a little mystery. I think because of technology a lot of the mystery is gone in life, and I'd like to preserve some of that. — Maggie Q

I have iced tea, dear. Or beer?"

"Maybe a saucer of milk?"

Gwen and Alla looked over at Lock and he immediately pointed at his father. "It was him," he lied. — Shelly Laurenston

You can't be everybody's friend, you can't save the world, I learned this word: self-preservation. Once you do that, you can be friends with people, but how would you be a friend to anybody if you're not a friend to yourself. — Mike Tyson

I think there are lovely sunsets in hell - and that's where my desire for you is sending me — John Geddes

I'm a little embarrassed about how long it took me to see the folly of most government intervention. It was probably 15 years before I really woke up to the fact that almost everything government attempts to do, it makes worse. — John Stossel

On evenings, I spent the entire study period reading....
From that time on, the world began to broaden around me, beyond any tangible limits.
The world, as portrayed in those works destined for young people, was divided in two: an ordinary, everyday world, brutal and unresponding to desires, and a spacious, logical world, about all kind, interesting and desirable.
Wasn't the very act of reading a pleasure more substantial than that of playing or eating, for instance, even when one was starved? — Joseph Zobel

[It] is indispensable that some provision should be made for defending the Community agst [against] the incapicity, negligence or perfidy of the chief Magistrate. — James Madison

Karma: The delusion of the pretentious; who think the Universe should act as their debt collector. — Steve Maraboli

None so nearly disposed to scoffing at religion as those who have accustomed themselves to swear on trifling occasions. — John Tillotson

The black people in these films seemed to love the worst things in life - love the dogs that rent their children apart, the tear gas that clawed at their lungs, the fire-hoses that tore off their clothes and tumbled them into the streets. They seemed to love the men who raped them, the women who cursed them, love the children who spat on them, the terrorists that bombed them. Why are they showing this to us? Why were only our heroes nonviolent? I speak not of the morality of nonviolence, but of the sense that blacks are in especial need of this morality. — Ta-Nehisi Coates