“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
“I wouldn’t ask too much of her,” I ventured. “You can’t repeat the past.” “Can’t repeat the past?” he cried incredulously, “Why of course you can!”. He looked around him wildly, as if the past were lurking here in the shadow of his house, just out of reach of his hand.
“I
was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the
inexhaustible variety of life.”
“The
loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their
whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”
“Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s not matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther… And one fine morning -
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
“Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful, Will you still love me when I got nothing but my aching soul”
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