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People over forty can seldom be permanently convinced of anything. At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.
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ideals
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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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--tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther.... And one fine morning-- So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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Youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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You're the only girl I've seen for a long time that actually did look like something blooming.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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5c3f03b
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If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about...like ..
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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She was dazzling-- alight; it was agony to comprehend her beauty in a glance.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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b224fae
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Before I go on with this short history, let me make a general observation- the test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function. One should, for example, be able to see that things are hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise. This philosophy fitted on to my early adult life, when I saw the improbable, the implausible, often the "im..
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hopelessness
intelligence
ambivalent
implausible
inner-conflict
opposing-views
impossible
hopeless
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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f112ae4
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Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as happy -- one of those uneventful times that seem at the moment only a link between past and future pleasure, but turn out to have been the pleasure itself.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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c788590
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I won't kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can't get rid of habits.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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1fb8630
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Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth, but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered "Listen," a promise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour."
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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You're not sorry to go, of course. With people like us our home is where we are not... No one person in the world is necessary to you or to me.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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Tired, tired with nothing, tired with everything, tired with the world's weight he had never chosen to bear.
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world
heavy
nothing
to-bear
never
tired
everything
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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830ada3
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I shall go on shining as a brilliantly meaningless figure in a meaningless world.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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5239cac
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She's got an indiscreet voice," I remarked. "It's full of-" I hesitated. "Her voice is full of money," he said suddenly. That was it. I'd never understood before. It was full of money-that was the inexhaustible charm that rose and fell in it, the jingle of it, the cymbals' song of it."
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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If it wasn't for the mist we could see your home across the bay," said Gatsby. "You always have a green light that burns at the end of your dock." Daisy put her arm through his abruptly but he seemed absorbed in what he had just said. Possibly it had occurred to him that the colossal significance of that light had now vanished forever. Compared to the great distance that had separated him from Daisy it had seemed very near to him, almost to..
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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ab15f37
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Life is much more successfully looked at from a single window.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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0b26631
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Strange children should smile at each other and say, "Let's play."
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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aa16a2c
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It seemed that the only lover she had ever wanted was a lover in a dream.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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6962fbc
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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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amecian-fiction
jazz-age-stories
fitzgerald
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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47ea8f5
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Life is so damned hard, so damned hard... It just hurts people and hurts people, until finally it hurts them so that they can't be hurt ever any more. That's the last and worst thing it does.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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89facba
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I'm not sure what I'll do, but-- well, I want to go places and see people. I want my mind to grow. I want to live where things happen on a big scale.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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ae66308
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When a girl feels that she's perfectly groomed and dressed she can forget that part of her. That's charm
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charm
fashion
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual. There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick but wounds still. The marks of suffering are more comparable to the loss of a finger, or of the sight of an eye. We may not miss them, either, for one minute in a year, but if we should there is nothing to be done about it.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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7b798ef
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The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain.
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voice
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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2ee9ad8
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She was feeling the pressure of the world outside and she wanted to see him and feel his presence beside her and be reassured that she was doing the right thing after all.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice. --The Sensible Thing
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness.
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pain
happy
happiness
life
feel
taste
little
strong
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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659d8e8
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I want to give a really BAD party. I mean it. I want to give a party where there's a brawl and seductions and people going home with their feelings hurt and women passed out in the cabinet de toilette. You wait and see.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down, as if each speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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I don't ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside me there'll always be the person I am to-night.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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If you spend your life sparing people's feelings and feeding their vanity, you get so you can't distinguish what should be respected in them.
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feelings
relationships
people
life
respect
vanity
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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23c2b2a
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We all have souls of different ages
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world.
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new-york-city
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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If I knew words enough, I could write the longest love letter in the world and never get tired
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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why shouldn't he? All life is just a progression toward and then a recession from one phrase-- 'I love you
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the "creative temperament"--it was an extraordinary gift for hope, ..
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personality
responsiveness
sensitivity
romanticism
promise
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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b8a7a36
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You know I'm old in some ways-in others-well, I'm just a little girl. I like sunshine and pretty things and cheerfulness-and I dread responsibility.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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e6abc3c
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Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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1c5e590
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What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon?" cried Daisy, "and the day after that, and the next thirty years?"
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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f48fcfc
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It is not life that's complicated, it's the struggle to guide and control life.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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9e9e133
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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.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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26bb953
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She smiled at him, making sure that the smile gathered up everything inside her and directed it toward him, making him a profound promise of herself for so little, for the beat of a response, the assurance of a complimentary vibration in him.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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985874b
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The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |