He was resentful against all those in authority over him, and this, combined with a lazy indifference toward his work, exasperated every master in school. He grew discouraged and imagined himself a pariah; took to sulking in corners and reading after lights. With a dread of being alone he attached a few friends, but since they were not among the elite of the school, he used them simply as mirrors of himself, audiences before which he might do that posing absolutely essential to him. He was unbearably lonely, desperately unhappy.
F. Scott FitzgeraldLife is progressive, no matter what our intentions.
F. Scott FitzgeraldTags: life
He did not understand all he had heard, but from his clandestine glimpse into the privacy of these two, with all the world that his short experience could conceive of at their feet, he had gathered that life for everybody was a struggle, sometimes magnificent from a distance, but always difficult and surprisingly simple and a little sad.
F. Scott FitzgeraldIt isn't given to us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world. They will not be cured by our most efficacious drugs or slain with our sharpest swords.
F. Scott FitzgeraldEither you think--or else others have to think for you and take power from you, pervert and discipline your natural tastes, civilize and sterilize you.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThey were careless people, Tom and Daisy—they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThat however the brains and abilities of men may differ, their stomachs are essentially the same.
F. Scott FitzgeraldBeauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses
F. Scott FitzgeraldGrown up, and that is a terribly hard thing to do. It is much easier to skip it and go from one childhood to another.
F. Scott FitzgeraldShe smiled at him, making sure that the smile gathered up everything inside her and directed it toward him, making him a profound promise of herself for so little, for the beat of a response, the assurance of a complimentary vibration in him.
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