She wanted to exist only as a conscious flower, prolonging and preserving herself
F. Scott FitzgeraldHe was resentful against all those in authority over him, and this, combined with a lazy indifference toward his work, exasperated every master in school. He grew discouraged and imagined himself a pariah; took to sulking in corners and reading after lights. With a dread of being alone he attached a few friends, but since they were not among the elite of the school, he used them simply as mirrors of himself, audiences before which he might do that posing absolutely essential to him. He was unbearably lonely, desperately unhappy.
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