Best 52 of The great gatsby quotes - MyQuotes

By Anonym 16 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

I want to write something new - something extraordinary and beautiful and simple and intricately patterned. As usual, F. Scott Fitzgerald

By Anonym 16 Sep

Taisha Deaza

Even though it was quite tragic, the old sport gave me some hope for life again.

By Anonym 16 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

He took down his drink as if it were a drop in the bottom of a glass.

By Anonym 18 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

She told me it was a girl, and so I turned my head away and wept. 'Alright,' I said, 'I'm glad it's a girl. And I hope she'll be a fool -that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.

By Anonym 19 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

trying to tough what was no longer tangible, struggling unhappily, undespairingly, toward that lost voice across the room.

By Anonym 16 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

I love New York on summer afternoons when every one's away. There's something very sensuous about it--overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Marisha Pessl

They saw me. Milton's smile curled off his face like unsticky tape. And I knew immediately, I was a boy band, a boondoggle, born fool. He was going to pull a Danny Zuko in Grease when Sandy says hello to him in front of the T-Birds, a Mrs. Robinson when she tells Elaine she didn't seduce Benjamin, a Daisy when she chooses Tom with the disposition of a sour kiwi over Gatsby, a self-made man, a man engorged with dreams, who didn't mind throwing a pile of shirts around a room if he wanted too. My heart landslided. My legs earthquaked.

By Anonym 18 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

So my first impression, that he was a person of some undefined consequence, had gradually faded and he had become simply the proprietor of an elaborate road-house next door.

By Anonym 16 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

For Daisy was young and her artificial world was redolent of orchids and pleasant, cheerful snobbery and orchestras which set the rhythm of the year, summing up the sadness and suggestiveness of life in new tunes. All night the saxophones wailed the hopeless comment o the 'Beale Street Blues' while a hundred pairs of golden and silver slippers shuffled the shiny dust. At the grey tea hour there were always rooms that throbbed incessantly with this low, sweet fever, while fresh faces drifted here and there like rose petals blown by the sad horns around the floor.

By Anonym 20 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

You can't live forever; you can't live forever.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Helen Gardner

The tragic hero usurps the function of the gods and attempts to remake the world.

By Anonym 19 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Through this twilight universe Daisy began to move again with the season; suddenly she was again keeping half a dozen dates a day with half a dozen men, and drowsing asleep at dawn with the beads and chiffon of an evening dress tangled among dying orchids on the floor beside her bed.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Florence Welch

There's green eyes in my eyes And a lover on my mind And I sing from the piano Tear my yellow dress and Cry and cry and cry Over the love of you

By Anonym 20 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Why they came east I don't know. They had spent a year in France, for no particular reason, and then drifted here and there unrestfully wherever people played polo and were rich together.

By Anonym 15 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Aunque no estaba propiamente enamorado, sentía una especie de tierna curiosidad.

By Anonym 16 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Everyone suspects themselves of at least one of the cardinal virtues...

By Anonym 18 Sep

Molly Guptill Manning

Some read to remember the home they had left behind, others to forget the hell that surrounded them. Books uplifted their weary souls and energized their minds…books had the power to sooth an aching heart, renew hope for the future, and provide a respite when there was no other escape.

By Anonym 16 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

He broke off and began to walk u and down a desolate path of fruit rinds and discarded favors and crushed flowers.

By Anonym 16 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

I have an idea that Gatsby himself didn't believe it would come, and perhaps he no longer cared. If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream, He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is...

By Anonym 20 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

You're worth the whole damn bunch put together.

By Anonym 15 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Akıntıya karşı giden sandallar gibi ilerliyoruz işte; durmaksızın geçmişe yol alan.

By Anonym 15 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

But it was all going by too fast now for his blurred eyes and he knew that he had lost that part of it, the freshest and the best, forever.

By Anonym 15 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

but they made no sound and what I had almost remembered was uncommunicable again.

By Anonym 17 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

My own rule is to let everything alone.

By Anonym 18 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

O ümitlerdir ki şimdi sefer etmekteyiz, biz o akıntıya karşı giden tekneler, durmadan geriye geçmişe çarpılıp atılsak da ne gam..

By Anonym 16 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

I told him. And as I walked on I was lonely no longer. I was a guide, a pathfinder, an original settler. He had casually conferred on me the freedom of the neighborhood.

By Anonym 19 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

We walked through a high hallway into a bright rosy-colored space, fragilely bound into the house by French windows at either end. The windows were ajar and gleaming white against the fresh grass outside that seemed to grow a little way into the house. A breeze blew through the room, blew curtains in at one end and out the other like pale flags, twisting them up toward the frosted wedding-cake of the ceiling, and then rippled over the wine-colored rug, making a shadow on it as the wind does on the sea.

By Anonym 19 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Through all he said, even through his appalling sentimentality, i was reminded of something - an elusive rhythm, a fragment of lost words, that i had heard somewhere a long time ago. For a moment, a phrase tried to take shape in my mouth and my lips parted like a dumb man's, as though there was more struggling upon them than a wisp of startled air. But they made no sound, and what i had almost remembered was uncommunicable forever.

By Anonym 17 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

One autumn night, five years before, they had been walking down the street when the leaves were falling, and they came to a place where there were no trees and the sidewalk was white with moonlight. They stopped here and turned toward each other. Now it was a cool night with that mysterious excitement in it which comes at the two changes of the year.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Taisha Deaza

I had a book in my hand, and a semicolon cup of unflavoured tea for this morning in the other hand. I was alone, without my family and in a strange trance. I did, however have this book in my hand. The Great Gatsby, by the late F. Scott Fitzgerald. It didn’t matter how unpopular and hated the book was way back when. All thats was important to me was that I held something familiar in my hand. A book, and one that I knew of in 1931, was all that u needed to be content.

By Anonym 15 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

... and I was alone again in the unquiet darkness.

By Anonym 16 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Her husband, among various physical accomplishments, had been one of the most powerful ends that ever played football at New Haven-a national figure in a way, one of those men who reach such an acute limited excellence at twenty-one that everything afterward savours of anti-climax.

By Anonym 16 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since. "Whenever you feel like criticizing any one," he told me, "just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had.

By Anonym 19 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

We heard it from three people so it must be true

By Anonym 16 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

It was the hour of a profound human change, and excitement was generating on the air.

By Anonym 18 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person," (P. 1)

By Anonym 19 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Well, it's a fine book, and everybody ought to read it.

By Anonym 16 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

He stayed there for a week , walking the streets where their footsteps had clicked together through the November night and revisiting the out-of-the-way places to which they had driven in her white car.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Sarah Noffke

My dark secret is I’ve always wished I was Gatsby. As heartbroken as he was and as horrible a fate as he endured, I admired that he loved. It’s a difficult thing to do.

By Anonym 18 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Standing behind him, Michaelis saw with a shock that he was looking at the eyes of Doctor T. J. Eckleburg, which had just emerged, pale and enormous, from the dissolving night. “God sees everything,” repeated Wilson.

By Anonym 16 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

He's just a man names Gatsby.

By Anonym 16 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

He lit Daisy's cigarette from a trembling match, and sat down with her on a couch far across the room, where there was no light save what the gleaming floor bounced in from the hall.

By Anonym 16 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

He smiled understandingly-much more than understanding. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life.

By Anonym 15 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Anything can happen now that we've slid over this bridge, anything at all...

By Anonym 20 Sep

Molly Guptill Manning

Whenever a soldier needed an escape, the antidote to anxiety, relief from boredom, a bit of laughter, inspiration, or hope, he cracked open a book and drank in the words that would transport him elsewhere.

By Anonym 19 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

The shadow of a tree fell abruptly across the dew and ghostly birds began to sing among the blue leaves.

By Anonym 18 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

The last swimmers have come in from the beach now and are dressing upstairs; the cars from New York are parked five deep in the drive, and already the halls and salons and verandas are gaudy with primary colours, and hair bobbed in strange new ways...

By Anonym 16 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

I was alone again in the unquiet darkness.

By Anonym 20 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Whenever you feel like criticzing any one," he told me, "just remember that all the people in this world haven´t had the advantages that you've had.

By Anonym 20 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

You see I think everything's terrible anyhow. Everybody thinks so--the most advanced people. And I know. I've been everywhere and seen everything and done everything. Sophisticated--God, I'm sophisticated!