She was a mischief, and that was a satisfaction; no longer was she a huntress of corralled game
Interpretation
The quote reflects on a woman's playful nature and the joy it brings, suggesting a departure from traditional roles.
F. Scott Fitzgerald captures the essence of a woman's spirited and mischievous character in this quote. It suggests that her playful disposition brings satisfaction and freedom, contrasting her past identity as a 'huntress,' someone who might have hunted for more predictable, constrained experiences. Instead, she embraces mischief, indicating both choice and liberation, reveling in her own nature rather than conforming to societal expectations.
In practice
During a wedding toast, one might use this quote to emphasize the joy and freedom found in love.
Don't be so anxious about it,' she laughed. 'I'm not used to being loved. I wouldn't know what to do; I never got the trick of it.' She looked down at him, shy and fatigued. 'So here we are. I told you years ago that I had the makings of Cinderella.' He took her hand; she drew it back instinctively and then replaced it in his. 'Beg your pardon. Not even used to being touched. But I'm not afraid of you, if you stay quiet and don't move suddenly.
The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function.
It was about then [1920] that I wrote a line which certain people will not let me forget: "She was a faded but still lovely woman of twenty-seven."
The words seemed to bite physically into Gatsby.
But you can love more than just one person, can't you?
A sudden gust of rain blew over them and then another - as if small liquid clouds were bouncing along the land. Lightning entered the sea far off and the air blew full of crackling thunder. The table cloths blew around the pillars. They blew and blew and blew. The flags twisted around the red chairs like live things, the banners were ragged, the corners of the table tore off through the burbling billowing ends of the cloths.
Love of Allah is the power of the heart, the sustenance of the heart, the light of the heart.
But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. This is rare and pure and perfect.
You’ll meet her. She’s very pretty, even though sometimes she’s sad for many days at a time. You’ll see, when she smiles, you’ll love her.
Ah when will this long weary day have end, And lend me leave to come unto my love? How slowly do the hours their numbers spend! How slowly does sad Time his feathers move!
It is better to lose your pride with someone you love rather than to lose that someone you love with your useless pride.
There is, in lovers, a certain infatuation of egotism; they will have a witness of their happiness, cost that witness what it may.
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