I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
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.
I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart.
I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart.
I was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.
Feel like criticizing any one," he told me, "just remember
In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter - to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther ... And one fine morning ---
His dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him.
Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply.
For a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder.
I'm inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores.
Tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther.
He talked a lot about the past and I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy.
Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues.
No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.
Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.
Life is much more successfully looked at from a single window.