Quotes on Great Gatsby Love

There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.

Ah," she cried, "you look so cool." Their eyes met, and they stared together at each other, alone in space. With an effort she glanced down at the table. You always look so cool," she repeated. She had told him that she loved him, and Tom Buchanan saw.

He talked a lot about the past, and I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy. His life had been confused and disordered since then, but if he could once return to a certain starting place and go over it all slowly, he could find out what that thing was.

You can’t repeat the past.” “Can’t repeat the past?” he cried incredulously. “Why of course you can!

I suppose the latest thing is to sit back and let Mr. Nobody from Nowhere make love to your wife.

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

Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.

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.

They weren't happy, and neither of them had touched the chicken or the ale---and yet they weren't unhappy either. There was an unmistakable air of natural intimacy about the picture and anybody would have said that they were conspiring together.

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.

For a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder.

He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God.

Once in a while I go off on a spree and make a fool of myself, but I always come back, and in my heart I love her all the time. - The Great Gatsby.

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.

So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star.