She was overstrained with grief and loneliness: almost any shoulder would have done as well.

You can’t repeat the past.” “Can’t repeat the past?” he cried incredulously. “Why of course you can!

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.

good manners are an admission that everybody is so tender that they have to be handle with gloves.

As soon as I arrived I made an attempt to find my host but the two or three people of whom I asked his whereabouts stared at me in such an amazed way and denied so vehemently an knowledge of his movements that I slunk off in the direction of the cocktail table--the only place in the garden where a single man could linger without looking purposeless and alone.

The words seemed to bite physically into Gatsby.

but I felt that Tom would drift on forever seeking, a little wistfully, for the dramatic turbulence of some irrecoverable football game