And lastly from that period I remember riding in a taxi one afternoon between very tall buildings under a mauve and rosy sky; I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
At any rate, let us love for a while, for a year or so, you and me. That’s a form of divine drunkenness that we can all try. There are only diamonds in the whole world, diamonds and perhaps the shabby gift of disillusion.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
She thought I knew a lot because I knew different things from her…. Well, there I was, way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute, and all of a sudden I didn’t care. What was the use of doing great things if I could have a better time telling her what I was going to do?’
The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald
There is a moment—Oh, just before the first kiss, a whispered word—something that makes it worth while.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
“It was wonderful to sit with her head on my shoulder for hours and feel as I always have, even now, closer to her than any other human being.”
-F.Scott Fitzgerald describing Zelda
Once in a while I go off on a spree and make a fool of myself, but I always come back, and in my heart I love her all the time.
The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald
He hadn’t once ceased looking at Daisy and I think he revalued everything in his house according to the measure of response it drew from her well-loved eyes. Sometimes, too, he stared around at his possessions in a dazed way as though in her actual and astounding presence none of it was any longer real.
The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald
It was a cold fall day with fire in the room and her cheeks flushed. Now and then she moved and he changed his arm a little and once he kissed her dark shining hair. The afternoon had made them tranquil for a while as if to give them a deep memory for the long parting the next day promised. They had never been closer in their month of love nor communicated more profoundly one with another than when she brushed silent lips against his coat’s shoulder or when he touched the end of her fingers, gently, as though she were asleep.
The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald
She laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see. That was a way she had.
The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald
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