What a wonderful song, she thought-everything was wonderful tonight, most of all this romantic scene in the den with their hands clinging and the inevitable looming charmingly close. The future vista of her life seemed an unending succession of scenes like this: under moonlight and pale starlight, and in the backs of warm limousines and in low cosy roadsters stopped under sheltering trees-only the boy might change, and this one was so nice.
F. Scott FitzgeraldSo he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star.
F. Scott FitzgeraldTrouble has no necessary connection with discouragement. Discouragement has a germ of its own, as different from trouble as arthritis is different from a stiff joint.
F. Scott FitzgeraldIt is youthโs felicity as well as its insufficiency that it can never live in the present, but must always be measuring up the day against its own radiantly imagined future
F. Scott Fitzgerald