I had a strong sudden instinct that I must be alone. I didn’t want to see any people at all. I had seen so many people all my life -- I was an average mixer, but more than average in a tendency to identify myself, my ideas, my destiny, with those of all classes that came in contact with. I was always saving or being saved -- in a single morning I would go through the emotions ascribable to Wellington at Waterloo. I lived in a world of inscrutable hostiles and inalienable friends and supporters.
Interpretation
The quote reflects a deep need for solitude amidst the complexities of social interactions and personal identity.
In this quote, F. Scott Fitzgerald expresses a strong desire for solitude, stemming from the weight of social connections and a propensity to merge his identity with the people around him. He describes a tumultuous emotional landscape where he oscillates between feeling supported and feeling like he is constantly in conflict with the world, leading him to seek a retreat from social engagements in order to reclaim his own sense of self and peace.
In practice
Using this quote in a speech about the importance of self-care and taking time for oneself.
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.
It is a principle incorporated into the settled policy of America, that as peace is better than war, war is better than tribute.
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, Shall be lifted -- Nevermore!
I'm trying to have a moment o' existential dreed here, right? Crivens, it's a puir lookout if a man canna feel the chilly winds o' fate lashing aroound his netheres wi'out folks telling him he's deid, eh?
The abilities of man must fall short on one side or the other, like too scanty a blanket when you are abed. If you pull it upon your shoulders, your feet are left bare; if you thrust it down to your feet, your shoulders are uncovered.
Vastly more important than all questions with regard to methods of preaching is the root question as to what it is that shall be preached.
These are the days when the Christian is expected to praise every creed except his own.
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