Quotes About Fitzgerald

Daisy began to sing with the music in a husky, rhythmic whisper, bringing out a meaning in each word that it had never had before and would never have again.

Silence! I am about to unburden myself of many memorable remarks reserved for the darkness of such earths and the brilliance of such skies.

and floating in the Sound was a triangle of silver scales, trembling a little to the stiff, tinny drip of the banjoes on the lawn.

She was incomprehensible, for, in her, soul and spirit were one- the beauty of her body was the essence of her soul.

Oh, what did it matter? This night, this glow, the cessation of anxiety and the sense that if living was not purposeful it was, at any rate, essentially romantic!

it's the paternal instinct, Amory—celibacy goes deeper than the flesh. . . .

my yacht. I don't mind going for a coupla hours' cruise. I'll even lend you that book so you'll have something to read on the revenue

They're a rotten crowd," I shouted across the lawn. "You're worth the whole damn bunch put together.

What was in the bags?" she asked softly. "Florida mud," he answered. That was one of two true things I told you.

Amory felt an immense desire to give people a sense of security.

The lights of many battleships drifting like water jewels upon the dark Hudson...

Anyhow, he gives large parties," said Jordan, changing the subject with an urban distaste for the concrete. "And I like large parties. They're so intimate. At small parties there isn't any privacy.

I'll tell you God's truth." His right hand suddenly ordered divine retribution to stand by.

Gatsby took up his drink. 'They certainly look cool,' he said, with visible tension. We drank in long greedy swallows.

Time with Rosemary was self-indulgence - time with Collis was nothing plus nothing.

was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again.

T hey were both restless in the night. In a day or two Dick would try to banish the ghost of Rosemary before it became walled up with them, but for the moment he had no force to do it. Sometimes it is harder to deprive oneself of a pain than of a pleasure and the memory so possessed him that for the moment there was nothing to do but to pretend.

It was Dick's car, a Renault so dwarfish

Sometimes I wish I'd been an Englishman; American life is so damned dumb and stupid and healthy.

If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life

I doubt if, after all, I'll ever write anything again worth putting in print.

After his embarrassment and his unreasoning joy he was consumed with wonder at her presence.

Had a hell of a dream about you last night," came in the cracked voice through the cigar smoke.

negroes' voices floated drowsily back, mingled in an air that she had heard them singing before. "Time is