579 Quotes About New-york-city
- Author Zack Love
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I wish I knew how to get you back. And apparently fate won't let me give up"From Central Park Song: a Screenplay
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- Author Kim Addonizio
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156/ I'd be very good at being rich, but no one has offered to test my talents in that department. ... New York was like a wealthy, handsome, intensely artistic, complex, slightly manic man who, for some inexplicable reason, was enthralled with me. Not that I ever met a man like that. Who needed men anyway? I'll take Manhattan.
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- Author Zack Love
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It's not how long you see something. It's how you intensely you feel it"From Central Park Song: a Screenplay
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- Author Sarah Morgan
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I don’t want to lose my inhibitions.” “You have inhibitions? Where are you hiding them?
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- Author Aspen Matis
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He kissed my mitten. “Then we’ll get you to New York,” he said. He described Manhattan as an epicenter of creativity, a midnight tar-paved island where the young artists of the world go to pursue themselves. Listening, growing warmer, I peered up through the tent’s mesh roof at faraway stars, faint glitter, giddy.
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- Author Moss Hart
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The only credential the city asked was the boldness to dream. For those who did, it unlocked its gates and its treasures, not caring who they were or where they came from.
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- Author Zack Love
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And today is really the happiest day of your life, because today you woke up and stumbled across the shadow of your soul in broad daylight."From Central Park Song: a Screenplay
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- Author Estelle Maskame
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We promised we'd all stay in touch. Even joked about a yearly reunion. These kinds of goodbyes are the scary goodbyes. The goodbyes where you know the chances of seeing each other again are very slim.
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- Author Pete Hamill
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Just like that. Gone forever. They will not grow old together. They will never live on a beach by the sea, their hair turned white, dancing in a living room to Billie Holiday or Nat Cole. They will not enter a New York club at midnight and show the poor hip-hop fools how to dance. They will not chuckle together over the endless folly of the world, its vanities and stupid ambitions. They will not hug each other in any chilly New York dawn. Oh, Mary Lou. My baby. My love.
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