And lastly from that period I remember riding in a taxi one afternoon between very tall buildings under a mauve and rosy sky; I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again.
F. Scott FitzgeraldBut I always felt that I'd rather be provincial hot-tamale than soup without seasoning.
F. Scott FitzgeraldShe smiled, a moving childish smile that was like all the lost youth in the world.
F. Scott FitzgeraldHe hadnโt once ceased looking at Daisy, and I think he revalued everything in his house according to the measure of response it drew from her well-loved eyes. Sometimes, too, he stared around at his possessions in a dazed way, as though in her actual and astounding presence none of it was any longer real.
F. Scott Fitzgerald