She was a dark, unenduring little flower - yet he thought he detected in her some quality of spiritual reticence, of strength drawn from her passive acceptance of all things. In this he was mistaken.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThere's so much spring in the air- there's so much lazy sweetness in your heart.
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 Fitzgerald