Quote F Scott Fitzgerald For What It's Worth Mga Nobela at Kwento

"What was the one thing you knew for certain even when everything else was uncertain." I had answered this at the waterfront. Real was worth more than managed. But sitting here now in the December sitting room with my son across from me and his notebook open and the whole honest version of the life around me I had a more complete answer. "Two things," I said. "I knew that real was worth more than managed. Whatever the cost." I paused. "And I knew that the people I loved were worth whatever the real required." I held his gaze. "Both certain. Both true. All the way through."

“Someone proper. Not just a girl from nowhere.” The room went quiet. Her words hurt, even though she didn’t look at me. I glanced at John, hoping he’d say something. Austin didn’t flinch. He set his fork down and met Wendy’s stare. “A person’s worth isn’t where they’re from, Wendy. Being born rich isn’t something to brag about. Most people spend their whole lives just trying to get by. Not everyone has your luck.” Wendy bristled, but Austin didn’t back down. For a moment, I almost smiled, grateful for his words.

“Spare the girl. Consider her as a bonus you never really planned on getting tonight. I'll give you what you want.” “What about the boy?” “He is no one to me. Do as you please.” “I think I'm being too generous for the life of this girl, mister. Hmm ...” “She's not that worth it.” “ I am a businessman myself. Don't waste your time negotiating the price.” What did he say? I am not that worth it? This stabs me straight to my chest. He might have played one of his mind games as he usually does in his business. This is what you tell yourself but you can't help feeling sad when you heard those words from him.

"And then?" "Then I realized money was never what mattered. Success was never what made me valuable. I was chasing—validation. Proof I was smart. Proof I was worthy. Proof I—mattered. But you cannot prove that with money. You cannot buy worth. You cannot—earn value. You just have it. Or you do not. And I did not. Not because I was broke. Because I was empty. Had nothing inside except need to prove something. To someone. To everyone. To—myself."

As in a flashback, the old detective can review some words of his corrupt colleagues, where one of them said: “Santiago..., everything in life has a value..., it has a cost or a motivation. Tell me how much a fair... is worth? Some compliments like: congratulations on having done your duty well...!? But if we are paid for this and... if we are ready to receive payment for it, what value does praise have after a duty done? When you do what must be done, it is nothing more than a duty that we are morally obliged to...!”

"And then?" "Then we’ll see if they’re ready to remember." "Are you coming back?" "I never really left." "I’ll wait for you." "Don't wait. Build." "I’ll build." "Good." "Wait, Joshua! One last question!" "Yes?" "Was I worth it?" "You were the only thing that mattered." "Then it wasn't a failure." "No, Richard. It was a masterpiece." "See you soon?" "In every sunset." "I’ll be watching." "Watch well."

"That's easy for you to say, your life's worth pennies. Miss Brown’s life is actually worth something. She shouldn't throw it away over just four billion." “Just' four billion? You've clearly never lived paycheck to paycheck. People die in stupid accidents for far less than that. Four billion is more than tempting."

I couldn't help but imagining the way that he was stabbing into the tray was a foreshadowing sense of what he would do to me if I were to get in his way. "Anyone hungry?" Valentina perked at my suggestion, sitting up in her seat like an obedient puppy. I'd been drinking my water since lunch had started with the intent of purchasing food, but the distraction of Josh and his friends had kept me preoccupied. "Get some fries to share?" Valentina insisted on handing me a couple dollars, telling me that "I'd buy her something another day" before I stepped into the line of the cafeteria. "Lots of ketchup!" Valentina's loud voice sliced through the room as I turned to her impulsive shouting, creatin

“Because some relationships are worth fighting for, don’t you think?” “Depends on the relationship.” “True. Some people are worth the effort. Others…” He shrugged. “Well, I suppose you figure out pretty quickly who actually matters.” He was throwing my own words back at me, gift-wrapped in politeness for my parents’ benefit. And they were eating it up. “That’s very mature of you both,” Dad said, completely missing the warfare happening across his dining. “Understanding your worth is important, especially at your age.” “Exactly,” Luca agreed. “No point wasting energy on people who don’t appreciate you. Right Lily?”

“Now, listen to me. Show up at her workplace and bring her some foods. Or whatever she likes. She might probably push you at first, but remember, anything worth having is worth fighting for.” “What the fuck has gotten into you today?” “I’m in the middle of reading a motivational book. It was a quote by Susan Elizabeth Phillips, anyway.”