Novel & Cerita Quote F Scott Fitzgerald For What It's Worth

“Then I guess you wasted your time.” His lips twitched slightly, the closest thing to amusement I’d seen from him. “I disagree.” He took a slow step closer, his gaze never leaving me. “I saw an empire discard its most valuable asset today. And I saw that asset walk out with nothing—except a grudge.” I folded my arms, trying hard to steady my breathing. “ And is that supposed to mean something to me?” “It should.” He studied me for a moment, then added, “Because I don’t believe in waste, Scarlett. And I certainly don’t believe in losing.”

He was so striking. Would he feel the same? He had already asked for me to not speak like that but I’d been talking about throwing myself off a building. I knew my worth. I’d had it judge every time I was sold. Then was told I wasn’t worth anything because I couldn’t provide heirs. That they wasted their money on me.

Carried forward differently. Elena’s breathing slowed as the realization unfolded. “That’s unfairly insightful,” she muttered weakly. Adrian’s mouth curved faintly. “I’m occasionally useful.” The word useful caught something sharp inside her chest. Because even now— She noticed how quickly value became attached to usefulness in her mind. The habit was everywhere. Woven through her thoughts so deeply she barely recognized it until now. Her eyes drifted toward him. “You do that too.” His expression shifted slightly. “What?” “You turn your worth into usefulness.”

I said and continued to sip my water. The owner stammered, and someone in the background whispered to someone else that I was worth almost a hundred million. Another person whispered that I was top of my class and a genius. They were all whispering what was in the bio. That was when I realized something strange: Humans believed more in the illusion of an image than the real thing. I also finally understood the obsession with money. I guess my net worth deserved the respect not me. “This bar is in so much trouble. I mean, Christopher can bury them if he wants to. And now Mr. Abyss? They’re crushed,” a woman a few stools from us whispered to someone beside her.

Luke grabbed my hand and said, "Anna, you know I love you! Mandy and I were just in a moment of confusion. If it weren't for her mother, I'd never have married her." I pulled my hand back, looked at him calmly, and said nothing. Luke cried out, "It was an act of compassion! Could you really bear to let a single mother die with regrets? You wealthy people are so cold-blooded. You don't understand the pain of ordinary people!"

I am going to give it to her and tell her to give it to you if I cannot. What I want to say is simple. I want to say that you are worth it. Whatever it costs, you are worth it. The eastern path and the cold and the arriving with nothing and the sixteen years of building something small and careful and ours — worth it. All of it worth it. And I want to say that the bond was real. Whatever happened. However it ended. The bond was real and you were the real thing it produced and that is enough. That is more than enough.

Fuck if I’d leave my woman on the side of the road - for any business deal. “So you walk away from potentially closing a multi-million dollar deal?” he asked with sardonic amusement. “She’s worth more.” The elevator dinged, signaling its opening and I stepped inside. My friend shook his head. “Fuck, you’re whipped.”

One voice was cut off sharply by another intense voice. “Without a price, I’m not sure if I’m willing to sacrifice that much time and money. It’s much more than we usually do.” “Vince, you’d be crazy not to accept. Do you realize how much money this could make us?” Landon mentally noted the two voices sounded different and especially clung to the sound of Vincent’s voice. “You think I need to worry about money? I’m talking connections here. Arroyo is really sloppy when it comes to his deals.”

"Why go through all that trouble? Is it really worth it for a woman?" "It's worth it!" Wesley replied, "Life is short and I’m only chasing after what my heart desires."

“Am I worth sacrificing for?” He chuckled softly. “Lo, why would you ask that?” He shook his head, but I kept staring, waiting for him answer. “Yes. You are worth it. To me, you are. Do you even know how precious you are? I bet anyone would risk everything just for you. Because you’re worth it.” His words were comforting, but I knew he was saying them to soothe me. Jack tended to exaggerate when he wanted to wrap me in goodness, even if it wasn’t entirely true.