He had no plans, no definite intentions, except to kiss her lips again, to hold her in his arms.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThere's no substitute for will. Sometimes you have to fake will when you don't feel it at all.
F. Scott FitzgeraldHe hadn’t once ceased looking at Daisy, and I think he revalued everything in his house according to the measure of response it drew from her well-loved eyes. Sometimes, too, he stared around at his possessions in a dazed way, as though in her actual and astounding presence none of it was any longer real.
F. Scott Fitzgerald