روايات وقصص ضمن Quotes From Great Gatsby Movie

"Go to your room. Before I forget you are a guest and throw you out." Isabella glared at him, then at Harper. She stomped up the stairs, her heels banging like war drums. Harper sighed, collapsing onto the sofa. "That was exhausting. I think I used up all my brain cells for the next month." Sebastian handed her his whiskey. "You were magnificent. 'Simplicity is the ultimate sophistication.' Where did you read that?" "Leonardo da Vinci," Harper took a sip, grinning. "But I think it sounded better in my broken French."

"Not competing just... sorry for being a dick last night. Heavens, take her pain and give it to me, my love, for I cannot bear to see you suffer." I froze, pulling back to stare at him. "What? Heavens what? Did you just quote a soap opera?" He grinned sheepish, ears red now. "Yeah, watched some clips online thought it sounded romantic, like those dramatic guys on TV. 'My darling, your tears are daggers to my soul let me mend your broken heart with my eternal devotion.'" I cracked up so hard I snorted, falling back on the towel, him hovering over me laughing too. "Oh God, stop you sound like a bad actor! 'Eternal devotion'? Who talks like that?"

"I'm suppose to be on set today but I couldn't go because if our picnic. I guess it all worthy. There is a scene in my movie where the lead characters need to go on a picnic.I've been looking out for a place that will be good for that scene. This place is not bad" Scarlett sigh. 'And now, he's even talking about work' "Let's eat", she told him. He smiled and said. " Thank you for the meal", And he used his fork to pick a tangerine and put it in his mouth. "Oh! I brought a wine", he said.Then he saw the freshly made juice that Scarlett made In a jug. " Let's have it later after the meal", he added. Scarlett wanted to ask him out herself but she's quite nervous. She didn't even know how yo

He carefully attached it to my charm bracelet and said, "Now it's perfect." The gold charm that he gave me was a small drum set and had the words 'Heaven knows we need never be ashamed of our tears' engraved on the back. It was one of my favorite quotes from Great Expectations and I was really happy that he decided to put together two of the things that I loved. "Adrian, this is too much but...thank you. I'll always wear it." I wanted to hug him but I stopped myself and simply tried to avoid looking him straight in the eyes. I didn't know where else to look so I panicked and unintentionally met his gaze in the process. We ended up staring at each other for a long while and neither one of us

She sighed, her voice tinged with thinly veiled frustration. Dylan, the nerd, straightened his shoulders and coughed slightly. "The central theme of 'The Great Gatsby' is the corruption of the American Dream," he said, his deep voice grating on Lila's already frazzled nerves. "Fitzgerald's critique of the decadence and moral decay of the Jazz Age elite serves as a scathing indictment of the pursuit of wealth and status at the expense of human decency." Dylan's lips twisted into a smug smirk, his chest heaving with pride at having delivered the textbook answer with robotic accuracy. Lila resisted the need to roll her eyes, her fingers twitching with the desire to launch a caustic retort.

Tile still warm beneath us. I reached back and grabbed the battered Gatsby from the vanity counter. Flipped it open. Pointed at the note I’d scratched into the margins during our first tutoring session. “He was a complete idiot,” I muttered, my voice still rough. “Stood by it then. Stand by it now.” Naomi leaned her head against my shoulder with a small laugh. “Of course he was,” she murmured. “But maybe I'm a worse idiot.” She looked up through damp lashes. Grey eyes. Dead serious.

He couldn’t help but cover his mouth in awe of how cool that was. Leonardo DiCaprio and Crystalbella were both wearing black singlets of the same shade. The evening wind blew their hair as they walked over with a trail of dust, which seemed like the special effects in spy films. Madden was in a daze. Crystalbella went to the door of the black car, and her men, who were sent by Andrew Scott, opened the door for her. Before she bent down to get in the car, she glanced back at Leonardo DiCaprio. “Don’t let me see you ever again!!”

Tabby replies, blushing modestly, “But that’s enough about me! I’m boring! Who wants a drink?” My husband raises his hand immediately, and we all laugh at his prompt response. As Tony fixes our drinks, I take a moment to enjoy my surroundings. Gatsby’s is small, but the environment is warm and inviting. The wood paneling is cozy, with small Victorian flourishes in the corners of the room. The mirror behind Tony appears to be antique, with gilded side panels. And the candles lit tastefully in the corners create an intimate setting. “This place is absolutely lovely,” I tell Tabitha, taking a sip of my vodka tonic, “How did you find out about it? I wouldn’t even have noticed it existed if you

Erasmus thought so, but in fact, someone had said a very familiar line in romantic scenes in movies. “Get in the car, I’ll take you home.” “Huh?”

“We don’t.” He held up a key fob. “Just moved in. Fifty-third floor.” She gaped. “You’re joking.” “I don’t joke.” “Right. You monologue.” A tiny smile. “Would you prefer I quote literature instead?” “Only if it’s Pride and Prejudice. And only if you’re Mr. Darcy in a wet shirt.” His smile deepened. And then, to her horror, he actually quoted: “You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”