Quotes About Illusion

Il est possible que Daisy n'ait jamais rencontré l'amour — bien qu'il y ait dans sa voix, sa vraie voix je veux dire, quelque chose qui... [...] Il y a six semaines, et pour la première fois depuis des années, elle a entendu prononcer le nom de Gatsby. [...] Alors de cette voix, justement, sa vraie voix, elle a dit que c'était sans doute celui qu'elle avait connu autrefois.

He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about...

that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.

All of them began to laugh spontaneously because they knew it was still last night while the people in the streets had the delusion that it was bright hot morning.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

it was Mr. Gatsby himself, come out to determine what share was his of our local heavens.

The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want it.

road under Doctor Eckleburg's persistent stare.

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.

him the appearance of always leaning aggressively forward. Not

Gatsby, he had a grand vision for his life since he was a boy. No amount of fire could ever challenge the fairy tale he had stored up in his heart

Gatsby acreditava na luz verde, no futuro orgástico que, ano após ano, recua diante dos nossos olhos. Nessa altura iludiu-nos, mas não importa - amanhã correremos mais depressa, esticaremos mais os braços... E uma bela manhã...

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.

Daisy'nin verandas? y?ld?zlar?n maddi olanaklarda edinilmi? ???lt?s?yla parl?yordu.

J'avais confondu jusque-là le murmure de la pluie et celui de leurs voix, croyant qu'elles s'élevaient parfois avec de petites bouffées d'émotion.

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 ash-gray men who move dimly and already crumbling though the powdery air.

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then but that's no matter - to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms further...And one fine morning - So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

He's just a man names Gatsby.

A dim background started to take shape behind him, but at her next remark it faded away.

No- Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it was what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and the short-winded elations of men.

You think people are some kind of pure, white feathered birds flying in the clouds. They're not. They're pigs and they love to wallow in the mud and dirt.

The plain man's house was palatial, even by the

El hacerse de reputación, pues, es arte que requiere tramoya y bambalinas.

We all have two lives: The true, the one we dreamed of in childhood And go on dreaming of as adults in a substratum of mist; the false, the one we love when we live with others, the practical, the useful, the one we end up by being put in a coffin.