Their lips brushed like young wild flowers in the wind. Auteur: F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Quote More from F. Scott Fitzgerald “What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon?” cried Daisy, “and the day after t…” “Then it had not been merely the stars to which he had aspired on that June nigh…” “They were stars on this stage, each playing to an audience of two: the passion …” “Quando te sentires com vontade de criticar alguém, lembra-te disto: nem todos t…”