Quote F Scott Fitzgerald For What It's Worth の小説・ストーリー

The question made me quiet for a while but my nutshelled brain couldn't form an answer to it. "You're happy with the dress you purchase with the money earned by your father's hard work but you don't value it. You'd probably wear it once or twice at the most and then you wouldn't care for it, doesn't matter the fortune amount it costed. Because you know it's price but you don't know it's value. It's worth! And that's where you decipher if you are worth it or not. I mean, don't mind, but how can you be worthy of that dress when you actually don't know it's worth?"

"Everyone has one or two of them that make you see your life as if you are not worth living... They make you think you don't have the glow to make people stop and admire you... They make you think...." "You aren't worth loving" I finish the statement and he nods.. "That's right, but you should never listen to them, because you are beautifully and wonderfully made... And no matter our flaws we are all worth loving... Every single one of us" "So who was it?" I ask him and his eyes meets mine from the rearview mirror before he looks away again. "Who was it?" He repeats in a question-like manner and I nod. "Yes, your 'they' who was it.

she said in a voice filled with mockery, "you might want to start by acknowledging that Fitzgerald's so-called 'masterpiece' is little more than a vapid exercise in navel-gazing." A surprised murmur echoed through the classroom, and the pupils exchanged furtive glances as if to ensure that they had heard accurately. Even Caleb appeared surprised, his brow rising in a rare display of surprise. Miranda, however, remained unfazed, her confidence radiating in waves as she began her critical judgment. "The man spent his entire life obsessing over the superficial trappings of wealth and status, using his writing as a thinly veiled manifestation of his insecurities and jealousies."

“I’m not worth your tears.” She nodded. “You are. You’re worth every last tear in my body.” “I’m not,” I argued, moving away from her. I shoved off the bed and begun to pace the floor, the old words reopening the scars and reinforcing everything I had tried to push back. Reminding me of what I am. Reminding me of the worth of my life, of my body. “I’m not worth you. Don’t you get it? They were fucking right, Mags. I’m not worth anything. I’m too fucked up. Everything they ever said – every time they told me I wasn’t worth shit, every time they told me no-one would ever want me–”

Now, he’s back in the shadows, unable to shake off the darkness and his past, yet he shines far brighter than anyone. Papa may be standing in the light, but he’s as shady as a shady businessman can get. He was studying my face to read my silence, his brows knitting with concern, and then he tried an encouraging smile. “Juliette, you’re good at what you do. You know what decides the value of something.” “Worth is given, not earned,” I recited from memory. Papa’s teachings. Ralph stroked my cheek. “So when I tell them your evidence is worthy of their time. You only need to make sure that it is.”

And it was, without question, without reservation, without a single moment of doubt, worth every single thing it had cost. Every single day of it. Worth it.

They didn't need to. Because the greatest legacy isn't being remembered. It's helping someone else remember who they are. I closed my eyes and smiled. The empire still stood. Not because I had built it. Because I had finally built myself. And no one... No one... Could ever take that away. THE END "Your life is not defined by the moment someone failed to see your worth. It is defined by the moment you finally did."

“When your dad pushes more? When scouts start asking questions? When people start talking?” His jaw tightens slightly. “Then we deal with it.” “We?” “Yeah. We.” That word— It hits deeper than it should. Because it implies something bigger. Something more solid. Something I’m not sure we’re ready for. “You make it sound simple,” I say. “It’s not simple,” he admits. “It’s just… worth it.” My breath catches slightly. “Worth it,” I repeat. “Yeah.” Silence falls again. But it’s softer now.

“Because I’m afraid you’d be less excited about the news tomorrow when you suffer a headache.” “You got help,” I say excitedly. “That’s wonderful. See, I told you it would work.” “You were right,” he chuckles. “Ah,” I exhale deeply, feeling happy and relaxed. “Things are finally starting to go our way. I can just feel it.” “You do realise it won’t be easy?” He glances at me before parking in front of my cottage. “Nothing in life comes easy,” I roll my eyes. “There are bundles of cliches confirming it. What’s worth having is worth fighting for. Nothing in life’s for free. Every …”

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