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b74b59c
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So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
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inspirational
book
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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51174e4
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I hope she'll be a fool -- that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.
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women
inspirational
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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4b2bbbc
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Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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0de09e6
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They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.
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sexual
intimacy
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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36d094d
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Can't repeat the past?...Why of course you can!
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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fbdb110
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I want to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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df1e04b
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They're a rotten crowd', I shouted across the lawn. 'You're worth the whole damn bunch put together.
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gatsby
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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77a3ed5
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You'll find another.' God! Banish the thought. Why don't you tell me that 'if the girl had been worth having she'd have waited for you'? No, sir, the girl really worth having won't wait for anybody.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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8c64b31
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Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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e0b793a
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Things are sweeter when they're lost. I know--because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.
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desire
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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05ce2f5
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In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.
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paradise
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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94422e9
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I couldn't forgive him or like him, but I saw that what he had done was, to him, entirely justified. It was all very careless and confused. They were careless people, Tom and Daisy--they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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fc4378b
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There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams -- not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly..
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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916738a
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It's a great advantage not to drink among hard drinking people.
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sobriety
drinking
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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40f0284
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All I kept thinking about, over and over, was 'You can't live forever; you can't live forever.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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3ff49e2
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I don't want just words. If that's all you have for me, you'd better go
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words
better-go
just
leaving
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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17ea9bf
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Think how you love me,' she whispered. 'I don't ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember.' You'll always be like this to me.' Oh no; but promise me you'll remember.' Her tears were falling. 'I'll be different, but somewhere lost inside me there'll always be the person I am tonight.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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90e0df8
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So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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71b0eac
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I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others--young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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b9c44e1
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His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy's white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed like a flower and the incarnation was complete.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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ea2109a
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No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.
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fiction
nick-carraway
drama
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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f37d4cd
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It takes two to make an accident.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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b09b4cf
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And as I sat there brooding on the old, unknown world, I thought of Gatsby's wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy's dock. He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night. Ga..
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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2a986ea
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Actually that's my secret -- I can't even talk about you to anybody because I don't want any more people to know how wonderful you are.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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1e91ed8
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It was always the becoming he dreamed of, never the being.
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life
inspirational
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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296c7e2
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He looked at her the way all women want to be looked at by a man.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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4dbf391
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If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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0784bba
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Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.
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virtue
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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a5fc720
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Writers aren't people exactly. Or, if they're any good, they're a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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b591e8c
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I love her, and that's the beginning and end of everything.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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d7db5c0
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Ah," she cried, "you look so cool." Their eyes met, and they stared together at each other, alone in space. With an effort she glanced down at the table. You always look so cool," she repeated. She had told him that she loved him, and Tom Buchanan saw."
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love
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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dbec7f7
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I'm a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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6093a34
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There is a moment--Oh, just before the first kiss, a whispered word--something that makes it worth while.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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3ba14c6
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There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind...
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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ebff8fd
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and for a moment I thought I loved her. But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires
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slow-thinking
rules
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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97c8348
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I'm a cynical idealist.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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b397e25
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A woman should be able to kiss a man beautifully and romantically without any desire to be either his wife or his mistress.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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3014e21
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New friends can often have a better time together than old friends.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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04b8a90
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Do you ever wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it!
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year
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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1af181f
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I've been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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c1676a3
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Now the standard cure for one who is sunk is to consider those in actual destitution or physical suffering--this is an all-weather beatitude for gloom in general and fairly salutary day-time advice for everyone. But at three o'clock in the morning, a forgotten package has the same tragic importance as a death sentence, and the cure doesn't work--and in a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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023b0d6
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Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter - to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther ... And one fine morning ---
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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825a591
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I hope something happens. I'm restless as the devil and have a horror of getting fat or falling in love and growing domestic.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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ccf1eba
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Don't let yourself feel worthless: often through life you will really be at your worst when you seem to think best of yourself; and don't worry about losing your "personality," as you persist in calling it: at fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon, and when you are my age you will give out, as I do, the genial golden warmth of 4 p.m."
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |