Gatsby Love Quotes

I suppose the latest thing is to sit back and let Mr. Nobody from Nowhere make love to your wife.

Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.

He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God.

All I kept thinking about, over and over, was 'You can't live forever; you can't live forever.

So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star.

Once in a while I go off on a spree and make a fool of myself, but I always come back, and in my heart I love her all the time. - The Great Gatsby.

Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.

Tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther.

Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply.

He talked a lot about the past and I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy.

His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy’s white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed like a flower and the incarnation was complete.

Feel like criticizing any one," he told me, "just remember

Ah," she cried, "you look so cool." Their eyes met, and they stared together at each other, alone in space. With an effort she glanced down at the table. You always look so cool," she repeated. She had told him that she loved him, and Tom Buchanan saw.

He talked a lot about the past, and I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy. His life had been confused and disordered since then, but if he could once return to a certain starting place and go over it all slowly, he could find out what that thing was.

She’s got an indiscreet voice,” I remarked. “It’s full of-“ I hesitated. “Her voice is full of money,” he said suddenly. That was it. I’d never understood before. It was full of money-that was the inexhaustible charm that rose and fell in it, the jingle of it, the cymbals’ song of it.

No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.

I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires.

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.

I love her and that's the beginning and end of everything.

I hope she'll be a fool -- that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.

They weren't happy, and neither of them had touched the chicken or the ale---and yet they weren't unhappy either. There was an unmistakable air of natural intimacy about the picture and anybody would have said that they were conspiring together.

What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon? And the day after that, and the next thirty years?

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

There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams -- not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.

I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.

For a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder.

Whenever you feel like criticizing any one... just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had.