I hope she’ll be a fool — that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.

You don’t know what a trial it is to be —like me. I’ve got to keep my face like steel in the street to keep men from winking at me.

Raflara doğru ilerledi Stoddart Lectures kitabın birinci cildi ile geri döndü. “Görüyor musunuz?” diye bağırdı muzaffer bir edayla, “İşte hakiki bir kitap. Ne kadar yanılmışım . Bu adam tam bir Belasco!1 Bu büyük bir zafer....

We must leave this terrifying place to-morrow and go searching for sunshine.

Ho sempre pensato che fino ai diciotto anni, niente importi», disse Mary. «È vero», concordò Abe. «E dopo è uguale».

Thirty–the promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single men to know, a thinning brief-case of enthusiasm, thinning hair.

His day, usually a jelly-like creature, a shapeless, spineless thing, had attained Mesozoic structure. It was marching along surely, even jauntily, toward a climax, as a play should, as a day should. He dreaded the...

She was appalled by West Egg’s raw vigour that chafed under the old euphemisms and by the too obtrusive fate that eroded its inhabitants along a short-cut from nothing to nothing. She saw something awful...

For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find you’re not, I hope you have the...

I want you to lie to me just as sweetly as you know how for the rest of my life.

I detest these underdone men, he thought coldly. Boiled looking! Ought to be shoved back in the oven; just one more minute would do it.

Whenever you feel like criticizing any one…just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.

This is all. It’s been very rare to have known you, very strange and wonderful. But this wouldn’t do – and wouldn’t last.

Believe me, I may be a bit blasé, but I can still get any man I want.

I want excitement; and I don’t care what form it takes or what I pay for it, so long as it makes my heart beat.

We want to believe. Young students try to believe in older authors, constituents try to believe in their congressmen, countries try to believe in their statesmen, but they can’t. Too many voices, too much scattered,...

Think how you love me,” she whispered. “I don’t ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside me there’ll always be the person I am to-night.

Before I go on with this short history, let me make a general observation– the test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time,...

I refuse to dedicate my life to posterity. Surely one owes as much to the current generation as to one’s unwanted children. What a fate – to grow rotund and unseemly, to lose my self-love,...

The tears coursed down her cheeks- not freely, however, for when they came into contact with her heavily beaded eyelashes they assumed an inky color, and pursued the rest of their way in slow black...

Isabelle and Amory were distinctly not innocent, nor were they particularly brazen. Moreover, amateur standing had very little value in the game they were playing, a game that would presumably be her principal study for...

His was a great sin who first invented consciousness. Let us lose it for a few hours.

Show me a hero, and I’ll write you a tragedy.

When a girl feels that she’s perfectly groomed and dressed she can forget that part of her. That’s charm

I carry the place around the world in my heart but sometimes I try to shake it off in my dreams

I learned a little of beauty– enough to know that it had nothing to do with truth…

All she wanted was to be a little girl, to be efficiently taken care of by some yielding yet superior power, stupider and steadier than herself. It seemed that the only lover she had ever...

Fotoğrafı kaldırmaya isteksiz görünüyordu; bir müddet daha, oyalanırcasına onu gözümün önünde tuttu. Yeniden cüzdanına koyduktan sonra, bu defa cebinden Hopalang Cassidy adlı eski bir kitap çıkardı “Şuna bir bak, bunu çocukken hiç elinden düşürmezdi. Daha...

I suppose there has been nothing like the airports since the age of the stage-stops – nothing quite as lonely, as sombre-silent. The red-brick depots were built right into the towns they marked – people...

Beauty is only to be admired, only to be loved – to be harvested carefully and then flung at a chosen lover like a gift of roses. It seems to me, so far as I...

In 1913, when Anthony Patch was twenty-five, two years were already gone since irony, the Holy Ghost of this later day, had, theoretically at least, descended upon him. Irony was the final polish of the...

An idea ran backward and forward in his head like a blind man, knocking over the solid furniture.

Some men escape the grip. Maybe their wives have no social ambitions; maybe they’ve hit a sentence or two in a ‘dangerous book’ that pleased them; maybe they started on the treadmill as I did...

I suppose the latest thing is to sit back and let Mr. Nobody from Nowhere make love to your wife.

A love affair is like a short story–it has a beginning, a middle, and an end. The beginning was easy, the middle might drag, invaded by commonplace, but the end, instead of being decisive and...

I mean the women who, without any of the prerogatives of youth and beauty, demand continual slavery from their men….They sit back complacently and watch their husbands slave for them; and, without furnishing any of...

The present was the thing–work to do and someone to love. But not to love too much, for he knew the injury that a father can do to a daughter or a mother to a...

Out of the corner of his eye Gatsby saw that the blocks of the sidewalks really formed a ladder and mounted to a secret place above the trees—he could climb to it, if he climbed...

…and for a moment I thought I loved her. But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires

It is sadder to find the past again and find it inadequate to the present than it is to have it elude you and remain forever a harmonious conception of memory.

All thought usually reached the public after thirty years in some such form: The man on the street heard the conclusions of some dead genius through someone else’s clever paradoxes and didactic epigrams.

They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.

When I see a beautiful shell like that I can’t help feeling a regret about what’s inside it.

Courage is a sort of insistence on the value of life and the worth of transient things.

I only wanted absolute quiet to think out why I had developed a sad attitude toward sadness, a melancholy attitude toward melancholy and a tragic attitude toward tragedy — why I had become identified with...

Amory had rather a Puritan conscience. Not that he yielded to it–later in life he almost completely slew it–but at fifteen it made him consider himself a great deal worse than other boys… unscrupulousness… the...

I live in a house over there on the Island, and in that house there is a man waiting for me. When he drove up at the door I drove out of the dock because...

He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced–or seemed...

but there was an immediately perceptible vitality about her as if the nerves of her body were continually smouldering.

From the ruins, lonely and inexplicable as the sphinx, rose the Empire State Building. And just as it had been tradition of mine to climb to the Plaza roof to take leave of the beautiful...