“
But his
heart was in a constant, turbulent riot. The most grotesque and
fantastic conceits haunted him in his bed at night. A universe
of ineffable gaudiness spun itself out in his brain while the
clock ticked on the wash-stand and the moon soaked with wet
light his tangled clothes upon the floor. Each night he added
to the pattern of his fancies until drowsiness closed down upon
some vivid scene with an oblivious embrace. For a while these
reveries provided an outlet for his imagination; they were a
satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality, a promise that
the rock of the world was founded securely on a fairy’s
wing.
—F Scott Fitzgerald | ‘The Great Gatsby’
—F Scott Fitzgerald | ‘The Great Gatsby’
“It’s just that I feel so sad these wonderful nights. I sort of feel they’re never coming again, and I’m not really getting all I could out of them.”
You’re trying to leave yourself behind, but you can’t. The more you try to run away from yourself, the more you’ll have yourself with you.
Some people enter your life in a
whirlwind and no matter how hard you try you can’t stop
thinking about them, even after they leave…especially
after they leave.
