Her fine high forehead sloped gently up to where her hair, bordering it like an armorial shield, burst into lovelocks and waves and curlicues of ash blonde and gold. Her eyes were bright, big, clear, wet and shining, the colour of her cheeks was real, breaking close to the surface from the strong young pump of her heart. Her body hovered delicately on the last edge of childhood -- she was almost eighteen, nearly complete, but the dew was still on her.
F. Scott FitzgeraldHe had possessed the arrogance of a tall member of a short race, with no obligation save to be tall.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThe greatest profound pain is cased by, and is the result of our own illusions, fantasies and dreams.
F. Scott FitzgeraldI found something! Courage--just that; courage as a rule of life and something to cling to always.
F. Scott Fitzgerald