His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy’s white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed like a flower and the incarnation was complete.
F. Scott Fitzgeraldinterested, I mean, with that intense personal interest to which every one has some vague right at the end
F. Scott FitzgeraldA woman should be able to kiss a man beautifully and romantically without any desire to be either his wife or his mistress.
F. Scott FitzgeraldI can’t tell you just how wonderful she is. I don’t want you to know. I don’t want any one to know.
F. Scott Fitzgeraldgood manners are an admission that everybody is so tender that they have to be handle with gloves.
F. Scott Fitzgerald