"Only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction—Gatsby, who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn. If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which is dignified under the name of the “creative temperament”—it was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again. No—Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men."
Excerpt From: F. Scott Fitzgerald. “The Great Gatsby.” (via gatsby1922
"She’s brim full of poetry—actualized poetry, if I may use the expression. She lives what paper poets only write…"
Thomas Hardy, Tess of the D’Urbervilles (via darialin
I have a lot of clothes but I only wear like 5% of it and it looks like I have none and I refuse to wear the other 95% because I look ugly in them
(Source: catholicnun, via lost-myself-once-again)