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The wind had blown off, leaving a loud, bright night, with wings beating in the treas and a persistent organ sound as the full bellows of the earth blew the frogs full of life.

I found myself on Gatsby's side and alone.

All the bright, precious things fade so fast, and they don't come back.

Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope.

Half a dozen fingers pointed at the amputated wheel--he stared at it for a moment and then looked upward as though he suspected that it had dropped from the sky. "It came off," some one explained. He nodded. "At first I din' notice we'd stopped." A pause. Then, taking a long breath and straightening his shoulders he remarked in a determined voice: "Wonder'ff tell me where there's a gas'line station?" At least a dozen men, some of them little better off than he was, explained to him that wheel and car were no longer joined by any physical bond. "Back out," he suggested after a moment. "Put her in reverse." "But the WHEEL'S off!" He hesitated. "No harm in trying," he said.

We walked back from dinner through the cold vestibules, unutterably aware of our identity with this country for one strange hour, before we melted indistinguishably into it again.

Suddenly I wasn't thinking of Daisy or Gatsby anymore, but of this clean, hard, limited person, who dealt in universal skepticism, and who leaned back jauntily just within the circle of my arm.

Tamam" dedim, "kız olduğuna sevindim, inşallah aptal olur, şu dünyada bir kızın olabileceği en iyi şey aptal ve güzel olmak

The trouble is that sometimes she gets foolish ideas in her head and doesn’t know what she’s doing.

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. The quiet lights in the houses were humming out into the darkness and there was a stir and bustle among the stars. Out of the corner of his eye Gatsby saw that the blocks of the sidewalks really formed a ladder and mounted to a secret place above the trees - he could climb to it, if he climbed alone, and once there he could suck on the pap of life, gulp down the imcomparable milk of wonder.

A sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth.

We drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.

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.

لقد كان رجل زوجته لا رجل نفسه.

That's my Middle West - not the wheat or the prairies or the lost Swede towns, but the thrilling returning trains of my youth, and the street lamps, and sleigh bells in the frosty dark and the shadows of holly wreaths thrown by lighted windows on the snow. I am part of that...

He stretched out his arms towards the dark water in a curious way, and,far as I was from him I could have sworn he was trembling involuntarily I glanced seaward - and distinguishing nothing except a single green light, minute and faraway, that might have been the end of a dock.

They had never been closer in their month of love, nor communicated more profoundly one with another

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...

The notion originated with Daisy’s suggestion that we hire five bath-rooms and take cold baths, and then assumed more tangible form as a place to have a mint julep. Each of us said over and over that it was a crazy idea.—we all talked at once to a baffled clerk and thought, or pretended to think, that we were being very funny...

Hay una cosa segura, más segura que ninguna: los ricos hacen dinero y los pobres hacen… niños

It made no difference to me. Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply—I was casually sorry, and then I forgot. It was on that same house party that we had a curious conversation about driving a car. It started because she passed so close to some workmen that our fender flicked a button on one man’s coat.You’re a rotten driver, I protested. Either you ought to be more careful, or you oughtn’t to drive at all.I am careful.No, you’re not.Well, other people are, she said lightly.What’s that got to do with it?They’ll keep out of my way, she insisted. It takes two to make an accident.Suppose you met somebody just as careless as yourself.I hope I never will, she answered. I hate careless people. That’s why I like you.Her gray, sun-strained eyes stared straight ahead, but she had deliberately shifted our relations, and for a moment I thought I loved her. But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires, and I knew that first I had to get myself definitely out of that tangle back home. I’d been writing letters once a week and signing them: Love, Nick, and all I could think of was how, when that certain girl played tennis, a faint mustache of perspiration appeared on her upper lip. Nevertheless there was a vague understanding that had to be tactfully broken off before I was free.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.

there was so much to read, for one thing, and so much fine health to be pulled down out of he young breath-giving air.

That's my middle-west - not the wheat or the prairies or the lost Swede towns but the thrilling, returning trains of my youth and the street lamps and sleigh bells in the frosty dark and the shadows of holly wreaths thrown by lighted windows on the snow.

e continuiamo a remare, barche contro corrente, risospinti senza posa nel passato.

Flushed with his impassioned gibberish, he saw himself standing alone on the last barrier of civilization.

The bored haughty face that she turned to the world concealed something--most affectations conceal something eventually, even though they don't in the beginning--

The lawn started at the beach and ran toward the front door for a quarter of a mile, jumping over sun-dials and brick walks and burning gardens - finally when it reached the house drifting up the side in bright vines as though from the momentum of its run.

He knew that Daisy was extraordinary, but he didn't realize just how extraordinary a 'nice' girl could be.

His dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it.

The immediate contingency overtook him, pulling him back from the edge of the theoretical abyss.

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

It was dawn now on Long Island and we went about opening the rest of the windows downstairs, filling the house with grey turning, gold turning light.

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

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.

The abnormal mind is quick to detect and attach itself to this quality when it appears in a normal person.

She saw something awful in the very simplicity she failed to understand.

The instant her voice broke off ceasing to compel my attention, my belief, I felt the basic insincerity of what she had said.

There was something pathetic in his concentration, as if his complacency, more acute than of old, was not enough to him anymore.

I have been drunk just twice in my life, and the second time was that afternoon…

He was balancing himself on the dashboard of his car with that resourcefulness of movement that is so peculiarly American - that comes, I suppose, with the absence of lifting work in youth and, even more, with the formless grace of our nervous, sporadic games.

Astenersi dal giudicare implica un’infinita speranza.

I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity. The bored haughty face that she turned to the world concealed something- most affectations conceal something eventually, even though they don't in the beginning

The truth was that Jay Gatsby of West Egg, Long Island, sprang from his platonic conception of himself.

to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther....And one fine morning-

But the rest offended her - and inarguably, because it wasn't a gesture but an emotion.

A mí me gustan las fiestas con mucha gente. Son muy íntimas. En las fiestas con poca gente la intimidad es nula.

there was no difference between men, in intelligence or race,

already there are wanderers, confident girls who weave here and there among the stouter and more stable, become for a sharp, joyous moment the center of a group and then excited with triumph glide on through the sea-change of faces and voices and color under the constantly changing light.

Reserving judgments is a matter of infinite hope. I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth. And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit.

happiness.