Gatsby Important Quotes

He felt that he was leaving behind him his chance of being a certain type of artist. It seemed so much more important to be a certain sort of man.

Gatsby croyait en la lumière verte, en l'extatique avenir qui d'année en année recule devant nous. Il nous a échappé ! Qu'importe ! Demain nous courrons plus vite, nos bras s'étendront plus loin... Et un beau matin... C'est ainsi que nous avançons, barques luttant contre un courant qui nous rejette sans cesse vers le passé.

Tout était possible après tout, dans une soirée si peu protocolaire, n'importe quel imprévu romanesque, totalement étranger au monde où elle vivait. Qu'y avait-il, dans le secret de cette valse, qui l'attirait ainsi vers l'intérieur de la maison? qu'allait)il arriver maintenant, au cours de ces heures indécises? Quelqu'un peut-être? Une invitée inattendue, une créature irréelle, d'une essence si rare qu'elle ne pouvait qu'éblouir, une jeune fille au rayonnement intact, qui d'un seul regard vers Gatsby, un regard neuf, en un bref instant d'affrontement magique, lui ferait oublier cinq ans d'absolue dévotion.

her “green light” was Harvard. “But if I don’t get into Harvard, I will not die, right? The journey toward the dream is the most important thing.

Was I happy? Yes, I had nothing to mourn or regret, I had no complicated desires. Therefore, I was happy. I remembered that since my childhood I had had spiritual illuminations, mystical emotions, a morbid fondness for shutting myself up face to face with my past. I had attributed exceptional importance to myself and had come to think that I was more than other people. But this had gradually become submerged in the positive nothingness of every day.

I had a book in my hand, and a semicolon cup of unflavoured tea for this morning in the other hand. I was alone, without my family and in a strange trance. I did, however have this book in my hand. The Great Gatsby, by the late F. Scott Fitzgerald. It didn’t matter how unpopular and hated the book was way back when. All thats was important to me was that I held something familiar in my hand. A book, and one that I knew of in 1931, was all that u needed to be content.