Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
I thought of Gatsby's wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy's dock. He had come… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
He was resentful against all those in authority over him, and this, combined with a lazy indifference toward his work, exasperated every… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
The first lights of the evening were springing into pale existence. The Ferris wheel, pricked out now in lights, revolved leisurely through… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“As an open fire in a dark room throws romance and pathos into the quiet faces at its edge, so she cast… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
taking her hand he led her out into a broad stretch of hard sandy soil that the moon flooded with great splendor.… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
It was dawn now on Long Island and we went about opening the rest of the windows downstairs, filling the house with… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Human sympathy has its limits, and we were contented to let all their tragic arguments fade with the city lights behind. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Possibly it had occurred to him the colossal significance of that light had now vanished forever. [...] It had seemed as close… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
When we pulled out into the winter night and the real snow, our snow, began to stretch out beside us and twinkle… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
If it wasn’t for the mist we could see your home across the bay," said Gatsby. "You always have a green light… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
These lights, this brightness, these clusters of human hope, of wild desire—I shall take these lights in my fingers. I shall make… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
He was handsome then if never before, bound for one of those immortal moments which come so radiantly that their remembered light… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
It was a grey day, that least fleshly of all weathers; a day of dreams and far hopes and clear visions. It… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“His dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“There was a ripe mystery about it, a hint of bedrooms upstairs more beautiful and cool than other bedrooms, of gay and radiant activities… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
I want you to take a red-hot bath as hot as you can bear it, and just relax your nerves. You can read in… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Tireless passion, fierce jealousy, longing to possess and crush-these alone were left of all his love for Rosalind; these remained to him as payment… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
I found something! Courage--just that; courage as a rule of life and something to cling to always. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“Another dawn flung itself across the river; a belated taxi hurried along the street, its lamps still shining like burning eyes in a face… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“She plucked a twig and broke it, but she found no spring in it.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“I'm one of those people who go through the world giving other people thrills but getting few myself except those I read into men… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
The Montana sunset lay between the mountains like a giant bruise from which darkened arteries spread across a poisoned sky. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“He was good looking, "sort of distinguished when he wants to be", had a line, and was properly inconstant. In fact, he summed up… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image