I couldn’t forgive him or like him, but I saw that what he had done was, to him, entirely justified. It was all very careless and confused. They were careless people, Tom and Daisy—they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.
F. Scott FitzgeraldAnd in the end, we were all just humans...Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.
F. Scott FitzgeraldShe was feeling the pressure of the world outside and she wanted to see him and feel his presence beside her and be reassured that she was doing the right thing after all.
F. Scott FitzgeraldShe was a mischief, and that was a satisfaction; no longer was she a huntress of corralled game
F. Scott Fitzgerald