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  • I don't think he was ever happy unless someone was in love with him, responding to him like filings to a magnet, helping him to explain himself, promising him something. What it was I do not know. Perhaps they promised that there would always be women in the world who would spend their brightest, freshest, rarest hours to nurse and protect that superiority he cherished in his heart.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : F. Scott Fitzgerald Quotes , Heart Quotes , Thinking Quotes
  • Amory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens of the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere in the artificial pools, and slow clouds sailed harmoniously above the willow. May came too soon, and suddenly unable to bear walls, he wandered the campus at all hours through starlight and rain.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : F. Scott Fitzgerald Quotes , Wall Quotes , Spring Quotes