She is one of those girls who need never make the slightest effort to have men fall in love with them. Two types of men seldom do: dull men are usually afraid of her cleverness and intellectual men are usually afraid of her beauty.
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This Side Of Paradise
This Side of Paradise is the debut novel of F. Scott Fitzgerald. Published in 1920, and taking its title from a line of the Rupert Brooke poem Tiare Tahiti, the book examines the lives and morality of post-World War I youth. Its protagonist, Amory Blaine,
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He's sensitive and I don't want him to break his heart over somebody who doesn't care about him.
Their lips brushed like young wild flowers in the wind.
‘But I like you.’ He cleared his throat. ‘I like you first and second and third.’
I want to tell you about your heart—you’ve probably been neglecting your heart—and you don’t know.
…Their lips brushed like young wild flowers in the wind.
I can’t tell you just how wonderful she is. I don’t want you to know. I don’t want anyone to know.
Given a decent start any girl can beat a man nowadays.
I may turn out an intellectual, but I’ll never write anything but mediocre poetry.
It’s just that I feel so sad these wonderful nights. I sort of feel they’re never coming again, and I’m not really getting all I could out of them.
Those days are over. I have to be won all over again every time you see me.
I’m a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires.
Very few things matter and nothing matters very much.
I want to tell you about your heart—you’ve probably been neglecting your heart—and you don’t know.
At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon.
You know I’m old in some ways-in others-well, I’m just a little girl. I like sunshine and pretty things and cheerfulness-and I dread responsibility.
Her philosophy is carpe diem for herself, and laissez-faire for others.
They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.
Faint winds, and far away a fading laughter... And the rain and over the fields a voice calling...
A big man has no time really to do anything but just sit and be big.