A love affair is like a short story--it has a beginning, a middle, and an end. The beginning was easy, the middle might drag, invaded by commonplace, but the end, instead of being decisive and well knit with that element of revelatory surprise as a well-written story should be, it usually dissipated in a succession of messy and humiliating anticlimaxes.
F. Scott FitzgeraldItโs just that I feel so sad these wonderful nights. I sort of feel theyโre never coming again, and Iโm not really getting all I could out of them.
F. Scott FitzgeraldShe was overstrained with grief and loneliness: almost any shoulder would have done as well.
F. Scott FitzgeraldHe looked at her and for a moment she lived in the bright blue worlds of his eyes, eagerly and confidently.
F. Scott FitzgeraldBut he hated to be sober. It made him conscious of the people around him, of that air of struggle, of greedy ambition, of hope more sordid than despair, of incessant passage up or down.
F. Scott Fitzgerald