There I was, way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute.
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The Great Gatsby
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There I was, way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute.
In my heart I love her all the time.
In my heart I love her all the time.
I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.
Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth – but there was an excitement in her voice that men who cared for her found difficult to forget...
Love isn’t like it is in books.
It takes two to make an accident.
Whenever you feel like criticizing any one…just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.
And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.
Whenever you feel like criticizing any one...just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.
People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away.
He looked at her the way all girls wanted to be looked at.
You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.
There I was, way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute.
I was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
All I kept thinking about, over and over, was ‘You can’t live forever; you can’t live forever.
People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away.
Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply - I was casually sorry, and then I forgot.
'Look here, old sport, [...] what's your opinion of me, anyhow?' A little overwhelmed, I began the generalized evasions which that question deserves.