Her throat, full of aching, grieving beauty, told only of her unexpected joy.
Joel did not quite believe in picture actresses’ grief. They have other preoccupations – they are beautiful rose-gold figures blown full of life by writers and directors, and after hours they sit around and talk in whispers and giggle innuendoes, and the ends of many adventures flow through them.
Minute by minute the sweetness drained down into her out of the willow trees, out of the dark world.
I tried to go then, but they wouldn’t hear it; perhaps my presence made them feel more satisfactorily alone.
With the influence of the dress her personality had also undergone a change. The intense vitality that had been so remarkable in the garage was converted into impressive hauteur. Her laughter, her gestures, her assertions became more violently affected moment by moment, and as she expanded the room grew smaller around her, until she seemed to be revolving on a noisy, creaking pivot through the smoky air.
After his embarrassment and his unreasoning joy he was consumed with wonder at her presence.
He left feeling that if he had searched harder, he might have found her – that he was leaving her behind.
But the space between heaven and earth had cooled his mind, destroyed the impulsiveness that had led him to bring her here, and made him aware of the too obvious appeal, the struggle with an unrehearsed scene and unfamiliar words.
The voluptuous chords of the wedding march done in blasphemous syncopation issued in a delirious blend from the trombones and saxophones – and.
Though she thought of her body as a mass of frailties, she considered her soul quite as ill, and therefore important in her life.
Communism as I see it has no place in the United States, and the American people will not stand for its teachings.
Later in the garden she was happy; she did not want anything to happen, but only for the situation to remain in suspension as the two men tossed her from one mind to another; she had not existed for a long time, even as a ball.
He was ashamed of baiting the man, realizing that the absurdity of the story rested in the immaturity of the attitude combined with the sophisticated method of its narration.
It’s not a bad time, it’s not one of the worst times of the day.
You are unsentimental, almost incapable of affection, astute without being cunning and vain without being proud.
You can’t stop going with an old friend on account of rumors, and on the other hand I had no intention of being rumored into marriage.
Wir sollten lernen, einem Mann unsere Freundschaft zu zeigen, solange er lebt, und nicht erst, wenn er tot ist.
Most of all she wanted him to know how she loved him, now that the fact was upsetting everything, now that she was walking over the battlefield in a thrilling dream.
Give me some bacon and eggs and coffee, please.” The.
I glanced back once. A wafer of a moon was shining over Gatsby’s house, making the night fine as before, and surviving the laughter and the sound of his still glowing garden. A sudden emptiness seemed to flow now from the windows and the great doors, endowing with complete isolation the figure of the host, who stood on the porch, his hand up in a formal gesture of farewell.