The Great Gatsby Quotes

“In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.
"Whenever you feel like criticizing any one," he told me, "just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“Human sympathy has its limits.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald , The Great Gatsby

“I was a little shocked at the elaborateness of the lie.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“She saw something awful in the very simplicity she failed to understand.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald

“I was alone again in the unquiet darkness.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“Let us learn to show our friendship for a man when he is alive and not after he is dead," he suggested. "After that my own rule is to let everything alone.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“...'if the girl had been worth having she'd have waited for you'? No, sir, the girl really worth having won't wait for anybody.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald

“You can't live forever; you can't live forever.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald

“Then wear the golden hat, if that will move her;
If you can bounce high, bounce for her too,
Till she cry, `Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover, I must have you!”
― Thomas Parke D'Invilliers

“I have an idea that Gatsby himself didn't believe it would come, and perhaps he no longer cared. If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream, He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is...”
― F Scott Fitzgerald

“There is a loneliness that only exists in the mind. The loneliest moment in someone's life is when they are watching their world fall apart and all they can do is stare blankly.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“I told him. And as I walked on I was lonely no longer. I was a guide, a pathfinder, an original settler. He had casually conferred on me the freedom of the neighborhood.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald

“لقد كان رجل زوجته لا رجل نفسه.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“O ümitlerdir ki şimdi sefer etmekteyiz, biz o akıntıya karşı giden tekneler, durmadan geriye geçmişe çarpılıp atılsak da ne gam..”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“أنه لمحزن دائماً أن تنظر بعيون جديدة إلى أشياء انفقنا كثيراً من الطاقة في التكيف لها”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“mai avevano comunicato così profondamente, di quando lei sfiorò le labbra silenziose contro la sua spalla o di quando lui le sfiorò la punta delle dita, delicatamente, come se lei dormisse.”
― Francis Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“Jay would return to New York one day. When he did, he would make something of himself--not by way of luck or happenstance, but by means of his own industry. One day he would make New York his own. This indisputabe fact was his inescapable destiny. Only, he wasn't quite ready for that--not yet.”
― R.M. Spencer, Agent Gatz: A Great Gatsby Prequel

“He came back from France when Tom and Daisy were still on their wedding trip, and made a miserable but irresistible journey to Louisville on the last of his army pay. He stayed there a week, walking the streets where their footsteps had clicked together through the November night and revisiting the out-of-the-way places to which they had driven in her white car. Just as Daisy's house had always seemed to him more mysterious and gay than other houses so his idea of the city itself, even though she was gone from it, was pervaded with a melancholy beauty.

He left feeling that if he had searched harder he might have found her—that he was leaving her behind. The day-coach—he was penniless now—was hot. He went out to the open vestibule and sat down on a folding-chair, and the station slid away and the backs of unfamiliar buildings moved by. Then out into the spring fields, where a yellow trolley raced them for a minute with people in it who might once have seen the pale magic of her face along the casual street.

The track curved and now it was going away from the sun which, as it sank lower, seemed to spread itself in benediction over the vanishing city where she had drawn her breath. He stretched out his hand desperately as if to snatch only a wisp of air, to save a fragment of the spot that she had made lovely for him. But it was all going by too fast now for his blurred eyes and he knew that he had lost that part of it, the freshest and the best, forever.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“—Buenas noches. —Sonrió, y de pronto pareció que el estar entre los últimos que se iban tenía un significado entrañable, como si eso fuera lo que Gatsby había deseado desde el principio.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, El Gran Gastby

“En el crepúsculo encantado de la metrópolis algunos días la soledad se volvía obsesiva, e incluso la sentía en otros.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, El Gran Gastby

“Todo el mundo se cree poseedor de por lo menos una de las virtudes cardinales. La mía es esta: soy una de las pocas personas honradas que he conocido en mi vida.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, El Gran Gastby

“Pero todavía puedo leer esos nombres grises, que os darán una impresión más exacta que mis generalidades a propósito de quienes aceptaron la hospitalidad de Gatsby y le rindieron el sutil homenaje de no saber nada de él.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, El Gran Gastby

“Amir is in his element. There are guys decked out in designer clothes, anything from crocodiles and polo players etched on shirts with collars to Versace, Balenciaga and D&G printed on their chests. Girls even more so. He fits right in with The Great Gatsby crowd.”
― Soroosh Shahrivar, Tajrish

“Her mind kept drifting to the time she read The Great Gatsby. She didn't understand the social elite then and she doesn't understand them now. They are unpredictable with no moral compass. Money is everything to them yet even Gatsby with all his wealth couldn't win over his prize possession, Daisy. No matter what he had or did, he never fit in the North Shore circle. She couldn't pinpoint what made them tick.”
― Soroosh Shahrivar, Tajrish

“They were still under the white-plum tree and their faces were touching except for a pale, thin ray of moonlight between.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald

“Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther...”
― Scott Fitzgerald

“It eluded us then, but that's no matter-tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther... And one fine morning-
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald

“A Reclusive Invitation by Stewart Stafford

In a mansion crouched at the forest's edge,
Gargoyles perched on a Jericho hedge,
Lived Samuel Keane, with millions at least,
Welcomed the locals to his Christmas feast.

Self-imposed exile of wealth's solitary scene,
On that evening, time for connection pristine,
An alabaster white suit in a chessboard hall;
Legions of armour and battle scars to recall.

"Come, gather round, let camaraderie ignite!
On Christmas Eve, a dream-come-true night!"
Perkins, the grey butler, in reluctant festive red,
Gestured them toward Keane's banquet spread.

Their gracious host took his place at the end,
A throne chair helped into place with a bend,
Beaming, he clapped and food was brought in,
To gasps and applause at the goblets of gin.

A succulent feast at a baronial ball;
Roasted goose, boar, a tall glass highball,
Stories grew taller, just like each drink,
Songs and jests sent them over the brink.

Enjoyment and melody's atmosphere bright,
Fleeting warmth shared in lush candlelight.
Dawn looms, Les Misérables adore company:
"Why does hangover guilt crave chablis?"

A Father Christmas event once a year,
Guests departed, a loud triple cheer,
A fading smile of a host so grand,
Adrift, nothing elaborate planned.

The fireworks faded, the last ember died,
Keane shut his mansion with secrets inside.
A portcullis closed slowly on a seasonal high,
A gothic arch door shut 'neath morning star sky.

© 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford