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  • But with every word she was drawing further and further into herself, so he gave that up, and only the dead dream fought on as the afternoon slipped away, trying to touch what was no longer tangible, struggling unhappily, undespairingly, toward that lost voice across the room.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : F. Scott Fitzgerald Quotes , Dream Quotes , Struggle Quotes
  • When we pulled out into the winter night and the real snow, our snow, began to stretch out beside us and twinkle against the windows, and the dim lights of small Wisconsin stations moved by, a sharp wild brace came suddenly into the 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.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : F. Scott Fitzgerald Quotes , Real Quotes , Dark Quotes
  • How strange to have failed as a social creature—even criminals do not fail that way—they are the law's "Loyal Opposition," so to speak. But the insane are always mere guests on earth, eternal strangers carrying around broken decalogues that they cannot read.
  • 5 years ago



    Tags : F. Scott Fitzgerald Quotes , Law Quotes , Broken Quotes