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Life cracked like ice!
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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The officer looked at Daisy while she was speaking, in a way that every young girl wants to be looked at sometime, and because it seemed romantic to me I have remembered the incident ever since.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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I had traded the fight against love for the fight against loneliness, the fight against life for the fight against death.
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loneliness
love
fight
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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60c92ef
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It is in the twenties that the actual momentum of life begins to slacken, and it is a simple soul indeed to whom as many things are as significant and meaningful at thirty as at ten years before. At thirty an organ-grinder is a more or less a moth eaten man who grinds an organ - and once he was an organ-grinder! The unmistakable stigma of humanity touches all those impersonal and beautiful things that only youth ever grasps in their imperso..
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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Art isn't meaningless... It is in itself. It isn't in that it tries to make life less so.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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ed3dee8
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It is youth's felicity as well as its insufficiency that it can never live in the present, but must always be measuring up the day against its own radiantly imagined future
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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Amory: I love you. Rosalind: I love you- now.
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love
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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A classic,' suggested Anthony, 'is a successful book that has survived the reaction of the next period or generation. Then it's safe, like a style in architecture or furniture. It's acquired a picturesque dignity to take the place of its fashion.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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It's just that I feel so sad these wonderful nights. I sort of feel they're never coming again, and I'm not really getting all I could out of them.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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my imagination persisted in sticking horrors into the dark- so I stuck my imagination into the dark instead, and let it look out at me.
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imagination
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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They were careless people ... 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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I'm inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . And then 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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This is all. It's been very rare to have known you, very strange and wonderful. But this wouldn't do - and wouldn't last.
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love
separation
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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Very few of the people who accentuate the futility of life remark the futility of themselves. Perhaps they think that in proclaiming the evil of living they somehow salvage their own worth from the ruin - but they don't, even you and I...
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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I can't describe to you how surprised I was to find out I loved her, old sport. I even hoped for a while that she'd throw me over, but she didn't, because she was in love with me too. She thought I knew a lot because I knew different things from her. . . . Well, there I was, 'way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute, and all of a sudden I didn't care. What was the use of doing great things if I could have a better time tell..
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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Selfish people are in a way terribly capable of great loves.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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This is a valley of ashes--a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes take the forms of houses and chimneys and rising smoke and, finally, with a transcendent effort, of men who move dimly and already crumbling through the powdery air. Occasionally a line of gray cars crawls along an invisible track, gives out a ghastly creak, and comes to rest, and immediately the ash-gray men swar..
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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ffc5a20
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If you're in love it ought to make you happy. You ought to laugh.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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5d0a3df
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I want to die violently instead of fading out sentimentally.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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860ee0a
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I was a little shocked at the elaborateness of the lie.
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the-great-gatsby
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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aca9b07
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A phrase began to beat in my ears with a sort of heady excitement: "There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired."
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romance
living
life
love
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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36b51c7
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So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past..
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life
love
struggling
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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8ae3d4b
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She knew few words and believed in none.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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e8788b5
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I don't ask you to love me always like this but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside of me there will always be the person I am tonight.
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love
inside
tonight
remember
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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3b175d8
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I suppose the latest thing is to sit back and let Mr. Nobody from Nowhere make love to your wife.
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love
gatsby
funny-quotes
tom
sarcasm
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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There's a writer for you," he said. "Knows everything and at the same time he knows nothing." [narrator]It was my first inkling that he was a writer. And while I like writers--because if you ask a writer anything you usually get an answer--still it belittled him in my eyes. 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. It's like actors, who try so pathetically not to ..
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people
descriptions
insider
perceptions
writers
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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b0e093c
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He snatched out his hand desperately as if to snatch only a wisp of air, to save a fragment of the spot that she had made lovely for him. But it was all going by too fast now for his burred eyes and he knew that he had lost that part of it, the freshest and the best, forever.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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But you can love more than just one person, can't you?
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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Happiness, remarked Maury Noble one day, is only the first hour after the alleviation of some especially intense misery.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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there seemed some necessity of taking all or nothing; it was as if for the remainder of his life he was condemned to carry with him the egos of certain people, early met and early loved, and to be only as complete as they were complete themselves. There was some element of loneliness involved--so easy to be loved--so hard to love.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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When we pulled out into the winter night and the real snow, our snow, began to stretch out beside us and twinkle against the windows, and the dim lights of small Wisconsin stations moved by, a sharp wild brace came suddenly into the air. That's my middle-west - not the wheat or the prairies or the lost Swede towns, but the thrilling returning trains of my youth and the street lamps and sleigh bells in the frosty dark and the shadows of holl..
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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They were smiling at each other as if this was the beginning of the world.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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that voice was a deathless song.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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Then there came a faraway, booming voice like a low, clear bell. It came from the center of the bowl and down the great sides to the ground and then bounced toward her eagerly. 'You see I am fate,' it shouted, 'and stronger than your puny plans; and I am how-things-turn-out and I am different from your little dreams, and I am the flight of time and the end of beauty and unfulfilled desire; all the accidents and imperceptions and the little ..
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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9e3321e
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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 registered earthquakes ten thousand miles away.
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personality
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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72f8def
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Either you think--or else others have to think for you and take power from you, pervert and discipline your natural tastes, civilize and sterilize you.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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89aa6cd
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She had somehow given over the thinking to him, and in his absences her every action seemed automatically governed by what he would like, so that now she felt inadequate to match her intentions against his. Yet think she must; she knew at last the number on the dreadful door of fantasy, the threshold to the escape that was no escape; she knew that for her greatest sin now and in the future was to delude herself. It had been a long lesson bu..
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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c853c96
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The fire blazing in her dark and injured heart seemed to glow around her like a flame.
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pain
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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8754e68
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I might have enjoyed the company of a woman or two... Or three but that had never stopped me from loving you.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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ba2c381
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There was a kindliness about intoxication - there was that indescribable gloss and glamour it gave, like the memories of ephemeral and faded evenings.
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drinking
intoxication
partying
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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bf580c1
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Will father be there?" she asked. John turned to her in astonishment. Your father is dead," he replied somberly. "Why should he go to Hades? You have it confused with another place that was abolished long ago." After supper they folded up the table-cloth and spread their blankets for the night. What a dream it was," Kismine sighed, gazing up at the stars. "How strange it seems to be here with one dress and a penniless fianc_! Under the star..
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ritz
diamond
big
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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Then she added in a sort of childish delight: 'We'll be poor, won't we? Like people in books. And I'll be an orphan and utterly free. Free and poor! What fun!' She stopped and raised her lips to him in a delighted kiss. 'It's impossible to be both together,' said John grimly. 'People have found that out. And I should choose to be free as preferable of the two...
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freedom
the-diamond-as-big-as-the-ritz
rich
poor
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |
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0942b3b
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I'm sorry I was short with him--but I don't like a man to approach me telling me it for my sake. "Maybe it was," said Wylie "It's poor technique." "I'd all for it," said Wylie. "I'm vain as a woman. If anybody pretends to be interested in me, I'll ask for more. I like advice." Stahr shook his head distastefully. Wylie kept on ribbing him--he was one of those to whom this privilege was permitted. "You fall for some kinds of flattery," he sai..
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the-last-tycoon
incredulity
personal
restraint
normalcy
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F. Scott Fitzgerald |