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121 " They had spent a year in France for no particular reason, and then drifted here and there unrestfully wherever people played polo and were rich together. "
― F. Scott Fitzgerald , The Great Gatsby
122 " Riches have never fascinated me, unless combined with the greatest charm or distinction. "
― F. Scott Fitzgerald
123 " The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly. "
124 " I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others--young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life. "
125 " There’s a loneliness that only exists in one’s mind. The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is blink. "
126 " There was one of his lonelinesses coming, one of those times when he walked the streets or sat, aimless and depressed, biting a pencil at his desk. It was a self-absorption with no comfort, a demand for expression with no outlet, a sense of time rushing by, ceaselessly and wastefully - assuaged only by that conviction that there was nothing to waste, because all efforts and attainments were equally valueless. "
― F. Scott Fitzgerald , The Beautiful and Damned
127 " I had a strong sudden instinct that I must be alone. I didn’t want to see any people at all. I had seen so many people all my life -- I was an average mixer, but more than average in a tendency to identify myself, my ideas, my destiny, with those of all classes that came in contact with. I was always saving or being saved -- in a single morning I would go through the emotions ascribable to Wellington at Waterloo. I lived in a world of inscrutable hostiles and inalienable friends and supporters. "
― F. Scott Fitzgerald , The Crack-Up
128 " Grown up, and that is a terribly hard thing to do. It is much easier to skip it and go from one childhood to another. "
129 " Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It’s a sad season of life without growth…It has no day. "
― F. Scott Fitzgerald , This Side of Paradise
130 " Amory thought how it was only the past that seemed strange and unbelievable. "
131 " Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And then one fine morning—So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. "
132 " I wouldn't ask too much of her,' I ventured. 'You can't change the past.''Can't change the past?' he cried incredulously. 'Why of course you can! "
133 " He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand. "
134 " He thinks himself rather an exceptional young man, thoroughly sophisticated, well adjusted to his environment, and somewhat more significant than any one else he knows. "
135 " no girl can permanently bolster up a lame-duck visitor, because these day it's every girl for herself. "
― F. Scott Fitzgerald , Gatsby Girls
136 " Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat. "
137 " 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. "
138 " He desired her and, so far as her virginal emotions went, she contemplated a surrender with equanimity. Yet she knew she would forget him half an hour after she left him - like an actor kissed in a picture. "
― F. Scott Fitzgerald , Tender Is the Night
139 " I was alone again in the unquiet darkness. "
140 " Under the glass porte-cochère of a theatre Amory stood, watching the first great drops of rain splatter down and flatten to dark stains on the sidewalk. The air became grey and opalescent; a solitary light suddenly outlined a window over the way; then another light; then a hundred more danced and glimmered into vision. Under his feet a thick, iron-studded skylight turned yellow; in the street the lamps of the taxicabs sent out glistening sheens along the already black pavement. The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day’s last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night. "