So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
I hope she'll be a fool -- that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.
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.
That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.
Show me a hero, and I'll write you a tragedy.
I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.
Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.
I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it's these things I'd believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn't all she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything.
And I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.
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.
He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. 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. It faced--or seemed to face--the whole eternal world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. 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.
I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.
Let us learn to show our friendship for a man when he is alive and not after he is dead.
I'm not sentimental--I'm as romantic as you are. The idea, you know, is that the sentimental person thinks things will last--the romantic person has a desperate confidence that they won't.
You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.
There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.
Whenever you feel like criticizing any one...just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had.
Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
America is a willingness of the heart.
One should ... be able to see things as hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise.