Book: The Great Gatsby. Page 5

With the first autumn chill life will begin again.

- I was thirty, I said. - I'm five years out of the age when you can lie to yourself and call it honesty.

You're either a hunter or the prey. Or act, or weary trudge back.

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.
If you feel like criticizing someone remember that not all people in the world have those advantages, possessed by you.

Bad driver until secure, until he met another bad driver.

Gatsby believed in the green light, light is an incredible future happiness, which is extended every year. It eluded us then, but no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, farther going to lend a hand... and one fine morning...
So we beat on, boats against the current, and it all blows and blows our little ships back to the past.
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms father... And one fine morning...
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

He smiled at me softly, - no, much more than understandingly. That smile, full of inexhaustible invigorating force, you may come across four or five times in life. For a moment she seems to absorbs the whole external world, then, as if obeying the inevitable choice, focused on you. And you feel that you understand as much as you want to be understood, believe in you to the extent you believe in yourself, and of course see you exactly the way you would most like to be.

No tangible, real beauty can not be compared with what a man will store up in the depths of his imagination.