For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened - then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk.
F. Scott FitzgeraldSomething was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart.
F. Scott Fitzgeraldall the time something within her was crying for a decision. She wanted her life shaped now, immediately โ and the decision must be made by some force โ of love, of money, of unquestionable practicality โ that was close at hand
F. Scott Fitzgerald