Quotes About Desire

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 for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete. Through

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.

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

we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther…. And one fine morning——

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 then one fine morning—So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

If one can't be a great artist or a great soldier, the next best thing is to be a great criminal.

But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires, and I knew that first I had to get myself definitely out of that tangle back home. I'd been writing letters once a week and signing them: "Love, Nick," and all I could think of was how, when that certain girl played tennis, a faint mustache of perspiration appeared on her upper lip. Nevertheless there was a vague understanding that had to be tactfully broken off before I was free.

I wish I'd done everything on earth with you.

J'aimerais attraper un de ces nuages roses, vous y enfermer, et vous envoyer rouler dans l'espace.

I'd rather look at all these famous people in—in oblivion.

Breathing dreams like air.

I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again. Q.—Where

the snow of twenty-nine wasn't real snow. If you didn't want it to be snow, you just paid some money.

J'avais chaque soir le même coup au cÅ"ur. Des ombres se pressaient l'une contre l'autre au fond des voitures à l'arrêt, et des voix chantaient, et des rires saluaient de mystérieuses plaisanteries, et des points rouges de cigarettes soulignaient des gestes inexplicables. Je m'imaginais faire partie de ces gens-là, courant vers les mêmes plaisirs, partageant leur gaieté secrète, et je leur souhaitais d'être heureux.

I'm romantic—a sentimental person thinks things will last—a romantic person hopes against hope that they won't. Sentiment is emotional. SHE:

Kiss me a paragraph and I'll reply with a novel

She did not want him to be like other men, yet here were the same exigent demands, as if he wanted to take some of herself away carry it off in his pocket.

Out of the corner of his eye Gatsby saw that the blocks of the sidewalks really formed a ladder and mounted to a secret place above the trees — he could climb to it, if he climbed alone, and once there he could suck on the pap of life, gulp down the incomparable milk of wonder.

Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her; If you can bounce high, bounce for her too, Till she cry "Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover, I must have you!" —Thomas Parke D'invilliers

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Le lieutenant la regardait pendant qu'elle me parlait, d'une façon dont toutes les jeunes filles espèrent qu'on les regardera un jour.

can almost look down the tracks and see you going but without you, dearest, dearest, I can't see or hear or feel or think. Being apart—whatever has happened or will happen to us—is like begging for mercy from a storm, Anthony; it's like growing old.

They stopped thinking with an almost painful relief, stopped seeing; they only breathed and sought each other. They were both in the gray gentle world of a mild hangover of fatigue when the nerves relax in bunches like piano strings, and crackle suddenly like wicker chairs. Nerves so raw and tender must surely join other nerves, lips to lips, breast to breast…

Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her; If you can bounce high, bounce for her too, Till she cry "Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover, I must have you!