Eternal Reassurance.

He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced–or seemed to face–the whole eternal world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.

~The Great Gatsby by: F. Scott Fitzgerald

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Ambition.

Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know – because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.

~The Beautiful and Damned by: F. Scott Fitzgerald

Adoration.

Actually that’s my secret — I can’t even talk about you to anybody because I don’t want any more people to know how wonderful you are.

~Tender is the Night by: F. Scott Fitzgerald

Last Words.

“They’re a rotten crowd”, I shouted across the lawn. “You’re worth the whole damn bunch put together.”

~The Great Gatsby by: F. Scott Fitzgerald

Illusions.

There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams — not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.

~The Great Gatsby by: F. Scott Fitzgerald

Enchantment.

I was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.

~The Great Gatsby by: F. Scott Fitzgerald

Bursts.

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.

~The Great Gatsby by: F. Scott Fitzgerald