Actually that's my secret - I can't even talk about you to anybody because I don't want any more people to know how wonderful you are. (F. Scott Fitzgerald, "Tender is the Night")
As he took her hand she saw him look her over from head to foot, a gesture she recognized and that made her feel at home, but gave her always a faint feeling of superiority to whoever made it. If her person was property she could exercise whatever advantage was inherent in its ownership. (F. Scott Fitzgerald, "Tender is the Night")
But Dick had come away for his soul's sake, and he began thinking about that. He had lost himself--he could not tell the hour when, or the day or the week, the month or the year. (F. Scott Fitzgerald, "Tender is the Night")
Exploration was for those with a measure of peasant blood, those with big thighs and thick ankles who could take punishment as they took bread and salt, on every inch of flesh and spirit. (F. Scott Fitzgerald, "Tender is the Night")
Good manners are an admission that everybody is so tender that they have to be handled with gloves. Now, human respect-you don't call a man a coward or a liar lightly, but if you spend your life sparing people's feelings and feeding their vanity, you get so you can't distinguish what should be respected in them. (F. Scott Fitzgerald, "Tender is the Night")
His voice, with some faint Irish melody running through it, wooed the world, yet she felt the layer of hardness in him, of self-control and of self-discipline, her own virtues. Oh, she chose him, and Nicole, lifting her head saw her choose him, heard a little sigh at the fact that he was already possessed. (F. Scott Fitzgerald, "Tender is the Night")
If he had to bring all the bitterness and hatred of the world into his heart, he was not going to be in love with her again. (F. Scott Fitzgerald, "Tender is the Night")