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Quotes About Progress

Whatever worth while comes to you, won't be through the channels you were searching last year.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
De tudod, az a helyzet, hogy a tudás olyan végtelen… és minél többet tud az ember, annál több tudnivalóról szerez tudomást, ami már éppen csak hogy karnyújtásnyira van és ez így megy folyvást.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
And so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
The idea of a slow approach to the luxury of leisure drove him wild. He was, of course, progressing toward it, but, like a child eating his ice cream so slowly that he couldn't taste it at all.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
Nowadays people begin by sneering at family life and family institutions and next they'll throw everything overboard and have intermarriage between black and white.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
Can't repeat the past?' he cried incredulously. 'Why of course you can!
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther….
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
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.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
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.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
E assim avançámos rumo à morte, pela frescura do crepúsculo
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic 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.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
My life, my life has to be like this. It has to keep going up.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
You can't re- peat the past." "Can't repeat the past?" he cried incredulously. "Why of course you can!
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
bouleversement and was hurrying into line with his generation.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
Gradually he realized that he was really walking up University Place, self-conscious about his suitcase, developing a new tendency to glare straight ahead when he passed any one.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
Gatsby croyait en la lumière verte, en l'extatique avenir qui d'année en année recule devant nous. Il nous a échappé ! Qu'importe ! Demain nous courrons plus vite, nos bras s'étendront plus loin... Et un beau matin... C'est ainsi que nous avançons, barques luttant contre un courant qui nous rejette sans cesse vers le passé.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
Y así seguimos nuestro camino: botes que reman contra la corriente, incesantemente arrastrados hacia el pasado.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
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——
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
There were days when Amory resented that life had changed from an even progress along a road stretching ever in sight, with the scenery merging and blending, into a succession of quick, unrelated scenes...
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
Can't repeat the past? why of course you can!
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
The 'belle' had become the 'flirt', the 'flirt' had become the 'baby vamp'.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
O Gatsby acreditava na luz verde, no orgíaco futuro que, ano após ano, foge e recua diante de nós. Se hoje nos iludiu, pouco importa: amanhã correremos mais depressa, alongaremos mais os braços...Até que uma bela manhã... Assim vamos teimando, proas contra a corrente, incessantemente cortando as águas, a caminho do passado.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
Et nous luttons ainsi, barques à contre-courant, refoulés sans fin vers notre passé.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald