Never miss a party...good for the nerves--like celery.
Interpretation
Enjoying social events can be good for your mental well-being, similar to how certain foods benefit health.
This quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald humorously suggests that attending social gatherings is as beneficial for one's mental health as eating celery is for physical health. The comparison implies that just as celery is a low-calorie, nutritious snack, participating in social activities can provide a refreshing and uplifting experience that nurtures one's spirit, thus emphasizing the importance of maintaining social connections.
In practice
This quote can be used to lighten the mood at a gathering, highlighting the importance of social interaction.
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.
When I was four, I asked my mother for a valet for my birthday.
Studies have shown that an ant can carry one hundred times its own weight, but there is no known limit to the lifting power of the average tiny eighty-year-old Spanish peasant grandmother.
A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti.
At the risk of appearing disingenuous, I don't really think of myself as 'writing humor.' I'm simply reporting on the world I observe, which is frequently hilarious.
Thou weedy elf-skinned canker-blossom!
And thus being totally preoccupied, he rode so slowly that the sun was soon glowing with such intense heat that it would have melted his brains, if he'd had any.
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