There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.
F. Scott FitzgeraldYou 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.
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Don't let yourself feel worthless: often through life you will really be at your worst when you seem to think best of yourself; and don't worry about losing your "personality," as you persist in calling it: at fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon, and when you are my age you will give out, as I do, the genial golden warmth of 4 p.m.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThe cool bathed his eyes and slowed the flight of time-time, that had crept so insidiously through the lazy April afternoons, seemed so intangible in the long spring twilights.
F. Scott Fitzgeraldhe wanted people to like his mind again-after awhile it might be such a nice place in which to live.
F. Scott FitzgeraldWhat a wonderful song, she thought-everything was wonderful tonight, most of all this romantic scene in the den with their hands clinging and the inevitable looming charmingly close. The future vista of her life seemed an unending succession of scenes like this: under moonlight and pale starlight, and in the backs of warm limousines and in low cosy roadsters stopped under sheltering trees-only the boy might change, and this one was so nice.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThose days are over. I have to be won all over again every time you see me.
F. Scott FitzgeraldHe's sensitive and I don't want him to break his heart over somebody who doesn't care about him.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThe world is so overgrown that it can't lift its own fingers, and I was planning to be such an important finger-
F. Scott FitzgeraldTireless passion, fierce jealousy, longing to possess and crush-these alone were left of all his love for Rosalind; these remained to him as payment for the loss of his youth-bitter calomel under the thin sugar of love's exaltation.
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