She felt a little betrayed and sad, but presently a moving object came into sight. It was a huge horse-chestnut tree in full bloom bound for the Champs Elysees, strapped now into a long truck and simply shaking with laughter - like a lovely person in an undignified position yet confident none the less of being lovely. Looking at it with fascination, Rosemary identified herself with it, and laughed cheerfully with it, and everything all at once seemed gorgeous.
F. Scott FitzgeraldHis heart beat faster and faster as Daisyโs 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 lipsโ touch she blossomed like a flower and the incarnation was complete.
F. Scott FitzgeraldShe admired him; she was used to clutching her hands together in his wake and heaving audible sighs.
F. Scott FitzgeraldLife is a comedy for those who think and a tragedy for those who feel. Show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy.
F. Scott Fitzgerald