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 FitzgeraldThrough all he said, even through his appalling sentimentality, I was reminded of something-an elusive rhythm, a fragment of lost words, that I heard somewhere a long time ago. For a moment a phrase tried to take shape in my mouth and my lips parted like a dumb man's, as though there was more struggling upon them than a wisp of startled air. But they made no sound and what I had almost remembered was uncommunicable forever.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThe truth was that for some months he had been going through that partitioning of the things of youth wherein it is decided whether or not to die for what one no longer believes.
F. Scott FitzgeraldWhat do you think of that? Itโs stopped raining." Iโm glad Jay." Her throat, full of aching, grieving beauty, told only of her unexpected joy.
F. Scott Fitzgerald