Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth, but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered โListen,โ a promise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThirty--the promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single men to know, a thinning brief-case of enthusiasm, thinning hair.
F. Scott FitzgeraldI'm a romantic; a sentimental person thinks things will last, a romantic person hopes against hope that they won't.
F. Scott FitzgeraldFor a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened - then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk.
F. Scott Fitzgerald