Those days are over. I have to be won all over again every time you see me.
There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick but wounds still.
The fire blazing in her dark and injured heart seemed to glow around her like a flame.
If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him
I may turn out an intellectual, but I'll never write anything but mediocre poetry.
I began to like New York, the racy, adventurous feel of it at night and the satisfaction that the constant flicker of men and women and machines gives to the restless eye. I like to walk up Fifth Aven...
He snatched out his hand desperately as if to snatch only a wisp of air, to save a fragment of the spot that she had made lovely for him. But it was all going by too fast now for his burred eyes and h...
He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it.
Everywhere we go and move on and change, something's lost--something's left behind. You can't ever quite repeat anything, and I've been so yours, here
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.
Ah, she cried, you look so cool. Their eyes met, and they stared together at each other, alone in space. With an effort she glanced down at the table.You always look so cool, she repeated.She had told...
Its vanished trees, the trees that had made way for Gatsby's house, had once pandered in whispers to the last and greatest of all human dreams; for a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his...
Their lips brushed like young wild flowers in the wind.
Why shouldn't he? All life is just a progression toward and then a recession from one phrase-- 'I love you
One of those men who reach such an acute limited excellence at twenty−one that everything afterward savors of anti−climax.
Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was him too, looking up and wondering. I was...
When you're older you'll know what people who love suffer. The agony. It's better to be cold and young than to love. It's happened to me before but never like this - so accidental - just when everythi...
Well, you never knew exactly how much space you occupied in people's lives.
Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the mirror of himself that he found in the gorgeous clarity of her mind?
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.