A stirring warmth flowed from her, as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling words.
F. Scott FitzgeraldMen she knew'? - she had conceded vaguely to herself that all men who had ever been in love with her were her friends.
F. Scott Fitzgeraldyou once liked me, didn't you?, he asked. LIKED you- I LOVED you. Everybody loved you. You could've had anybody you wanted for the asking.
F. Scott FitzgeraldVery few of the people who accentuate the futility of life remark the futility of themselves. Perhaps they think that in proclaiming the evil of living they somehow salvage their own worth from the ruin - but they don't, even you and I.
F. Scott Fitzgerald