...I think he revalued everything in his house according to the measure of response it drew from her well-loved eyes.
F. Scott Fitzgeraldinterested, I mean, with that intense personal interest to which every one has some vague right at the end
F. Scott FitzgeraldIt occurred to me that there was no difference between men, in intelligence or race, so profound as the difference between the sick and the well.
F. Scott FitzgeraldShe was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul. She is beautiful.
F. Scott Fitzgerald