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unloved women have no biographies-- they have histories
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And lastly from that period I remember riding in a taxi one afternoon between very tall buildings under a mauve and rosy sky; I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again.
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b18d8ca
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In any case you mustn't confuse a single failure with a final defeat.
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For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened - then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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a0373d0
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So we'll just let things take their course, and never be sorry.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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950e81e
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You're a slave, a bound helpless slave to one thing in this world, your imagination.
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He talked a lot about the past, and I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy. His life had been confused and disordered since then, but if he could once return to a certain starting place and go over it all slowly, he could find out what that thing was ....
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They were still in the happier stage of love. They were full of brave illusions about each other, tremendous illusions, so that the communion of self with self seemed to be on a plane where no other human relations mattered. They both seemed to have arrived there with an extraordinary innocence as though a series of pure accidents had driven them together, so many accidents that at last they were forced to conclude that they were for each o..
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Once in a while I go off on a spree and make a fool of myself, but I always come back, and in my heart I love her all the time.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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Thirty--the promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single men to know, a thinning brief-case of enthusiasm, thinning hair.
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humor
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b633455
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I don't care about truth. I want some happiness.
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You will walk differently alone, dear, through a thicker atmosphere, forcing your way through the shadows of chairs, through the dripping smoke of the funnels. You will feel your own reflection sliding along the eyes of those who look at you. You are no longer insulated; but I suppose you must touch life in order to spring from it.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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in crowded rooms they would form words with their lips for each other's eyes
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Look at that,' she whispered, and then after a moment: 'I'd like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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People living alone get used to loneliness.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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Each night he added to the pattern of his fancies until drowsiness closed down upon some vivid scene with an oblivious embrace. For awhile these reveries provided an outlet for his imagination; they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality, a promise that the rock of the world was founded securely on a fairy's wing.
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Well, you never knew exactly how much space you occupied in people's lives. Yet from this fog his affection emerged--the best contacts are when one knows the obstacles and still wants to preserve a relation.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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Someday I'm going to find somebody and love him and love him and never let him go.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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And he could not tell why the struggle was worthwhile, why he had determined to use the utmost himself and his heritage from the personalities he had passed... He stretched out his arms to the crystalline, radiant sky. I know myself," he cried, "But that is all."
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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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 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. [- Nick Carroway]
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Those days are over. I have to be won all over again every time you see me.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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Youth is like having a big plate of candy. Sentimentalists think they want to be in the pure, simple state they were in before they ate the candy. They don't. They just want the fun of eating it all over again.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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He was so terrible that he was no longer terrible, only dehumanized.
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callousness
dehumanization
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Love is fragile -- she was thinking -- but perhaps the pieces are saved, the things that hovered on lips, that might have been said. The new love-words, the tenderness learned, and treasured up for the next lover.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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She wanted to exist only as a conscious flower, prolonging and preserving herself
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Good manners are an admission that everybody is so tender that they have to be handled with gloves. Now, human respect--you don't call a man a coward or a liar lightly, but 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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She was incomprehensible, for, in her, soul and spirit were one - the beauty of her body was the essence of her soul. She was that unity sought for by philosophers through many centuries. In this outdoor waiting room of winds and stars she had been sitting for a hundred years, at peace in the contemplation of herself.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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170d398
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Well, you never knew exactly how much space you occupied in people's lives.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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In the dead white hours in Zurich staring into a stranger's pantry across the upshine of a street-lamp, he used to think that he wanted to be good, he wanted to be kind, he wanted to be brave and wise, but it was all pretty difficult. He wanted to be loved, too, if he could fit it in.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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A stirring warmth flowed from her, as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling words.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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I can't tell you just how wonderful she is. I don't want you to know. I don't want any one to know.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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Everywhere we go and move on and change, something's lost--something's left behind. You can't ever quite repeat anything, and I've been so yours, here--
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She saw him the first day on board, and then her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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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.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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The rich get richer and the poor get - children.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the mirror of himself that he found in the gorgeous clarity of her mind?
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romance
sadness
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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So I walked away and left him standing there in the moonlight - watching over nothing.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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For a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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All I think of ever is that I love you.
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love
you
think
gloria
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My God,' he gasped, 'you're fun to kiss.
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quote
old
quotes
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It is invariably saddening to look through new eyes at things upon which you have expended your own powers of adjustment.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |