A breeze blew through the room, blew curtains in at one end and out the other like pale flags, twisting them up towards the frosted wedding-cake of the ceiling, and then rippled over the wine-coloured rug, making a shadow on it as wind does on the sea. (F. Scott Fitzgerald, "The Great Gatsby")
A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about. (F. Scott Fitzgerald, "The Great Gatsby")
A stirring warmth flowed from her, as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling words. (F. Scott Fitzgerald, "The Great Gatsby")
A sudden emptiness seemed to flow now from the windows and the great doors, endowing with complete isolation the figure of the host, who stood on the porch, his hand up in a formal gesture of farewell. (F. Scott Fitzgerald, "The Great Gatsby")
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. (F. Scott Fitzgerald, "The Great Gatsby")
As we passed over the dark bridge her wan face fell lazily against my coat's shoulder and the formidable stroke of thirty died away with the reassuring pressure of her hand. (F. Scott Fitzgerald, "The Great Gatsby")
At the gray tea hour there were always rooms that throbbed incessantly with this low, sweet fever, while fresh faces drifted here and there like rose petals blown by the sad horns around the floor. (F. Scott Fitzgerald, "The Great Gatsby")
At this point Jordan and I tried to go, but Tom and Gatsby insisted with competitive firmness that we remain - as though neither of them had anything to conceal and it would be a privilege to partake vicariously of their emotions. (F. Scott Fitzgerald, "The Great Gatsby")
Benny McClenahan arrived always with four girls. They were never quite the same ones in physical person but they were so identical one with another that it inevitably seemed they had been there before. I have forgotten their names - Jaqueline, I think, or else Consuela or Gloria or Judy or June, and their last names were either the melodious names of flowers and months or the sterner ones of the great American capitalists whose cousins, if pressed, they would confess themselves to be. (F. Scott Fitzgerald, "The Great Gatsby")
Do you ever wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always wait for the longest day of the year and then miss it! (F. Scott Fitzgerald, "The Great Gatsby")
Even when the east excited me most, even when I was keenly aware of its superiority to the broad, sprawling, swollen towns beyond the Ohio, with their interminable inquisitions which only spared children and the very old-even then it had always for me a quality of distortion. (F. Scott Fitzgerald, "The Great Gatsby")
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