He found himself remembering how on one summer morning they two had started from New York in search of happiness. They had never expected to find it, perhaps, yet in itself that quest had been happier than anything he expected forevermore. Life, it seemed, must be a setting up of props around one - otherwise it was disaster. There was no rest, no quiet. He had been futile in longing to drift and dream, no one drifted except to maelstroms, no one dreamed, without his dreams becoming fantastic nightmares of indecision and regret.
F. Scott FitzgeraldEven when everything seems rotten you can't trust that judgment. It's the sum of all your judgments that counts.
F. Scott FitzgeraldYou're not sorry to go, of course. With people like us our home is where we are not... No one person in the world is necessary to you or to me.
F. Scott FitzgeraldHis hand took hold of hers, and as she said something low in his ear he turned toward her with a rush of emotion. I think that voice held him most, with its fluctuating, feverish warmth, because it couldnโt be over-dreamed โthat voice was a deathless song.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThere's so much spring in the air- there's so much lazy sweetness in your heart.
F. Scott FitzgeraldAmory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens of the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere in the artificial pools, and slow clouds sailed harmoniously above the willow. May came too soon, and suddenly unable to bear walls, he wandered the campus at all hours through starlight and rain.
F. Scott Fitzgerald