Quotes on Great Gatsby Book

If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that registered earthquakes ten thousand miles away.

Personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures.

Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues.

Americans, while occasionally willing to be serfs, have always been obstinate about being peasantry.

The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.

The rich get richer and the poor get - children.

People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away.

It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.

Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.

That familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.

There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams -- not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.

I've been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.

There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind.

They're a rotten crowd', I shouted across the lawn. 'You're worth the whole damn bunch put together.

It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life.

No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.

I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.

I was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.