“There was no God in his heart, he knew; his ideas were still in riot; there was ever the pain of memory; the regret for his lost youth — yet the waters of disillusion had left a deposit on his soul, responsibility and a love of life, the faint stirring of old ambitions and unrealized dreams.”
More from F. Scott Fitzgerald
“Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat.”
“Everybody’s youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.”
“There I was, way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute.”
“Some day I'll probably love other women - or maybe there'll never be anything but you.”