63 ordspråk av F. Scott Fitzgerald
F. Scott Fitzgerald
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
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The Middle West now seemed like the ragged edge of the universe
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The rhythm of the weekend, with its birth, its planned gaieties, and its announced end, followed the rhythm of life and was a substitute for it.
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The truth was that Jay Gatsby…sprang from his Platonic conception of himself.
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The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want.
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There are no second acts in American lives.
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There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams — no 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…
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They’re a rotten crowd’, I shouted across the lawn. ‘You’re worth the whole damn bunch put together.'
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This is a valley of ashes - a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat…
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Though the Jazz Age continued, it became less and less of an affair of youth. The sequel was like a children's party taken over by the elders.
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To the wingless a more interesting phenomenon is their (W/E Egg) dissimilarity in every particular except shape and size.
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Trouble has no necessary connection with discouragement -- discouragement has a germ of its own, as different from trouble as arthritis is different from a stiff joint.
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Vitality shows in not only the ability to persist but the ability to start over.
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What realism! Knew when to stop, too — didn’t cut the pages. But what do you want? What do you expect?
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What’ll we do with ourselves this afternoon? Cried Daisy, and the day after that, and the next thirty years?
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