Tales Of The Jazz Age Quotes

Youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.

He had angered Providence by resisting too many temptations. There was nothing left but heaven, where he would meet only those who, like him, had wasted earth.

Misfortune is liable to make me a damn bad man

Think of all the fine men we should lose is suicide were not so cowardly

It was a dark afternoon, threatening rain and the end of the world, and done in that particularly gloomy gray in which only New York afternoons indulge. A breeze was crying down the streets, whisking along battered newspapers and pieces of things, and little lights were pricking out all the windows- it was so desolate that one was sorry for the tops of sky-scrapers lost up there in the dark green and gray heaven.

Jelly-bean" is the name throughout the undissolved Confederacy for one who spends his life conjugating the verb to idle in the first person singular- - I am idling, I have idled, I will idle

With the awakening of his emotions, his first perception was a sense of futility, a dull ache at the utter grayness of his life.

After all what is brilliance? Merely the tact to sow when no one is looking and reap when every one is.

MR. ICKY: Is your mind in good shape? DIVINE: (Gloomily) Fair. After all what is brilliance? Merely the tact to sow when no one is looking and reap when every one is.

she awoke often to lie and wish for that presence beside her—inanimate yet breathing—still Jeff.

The dripping became a flow and formed an oily pool that glistened brightly, reflecting a dozen tremulous moons on its quivering bosom.

آخر مرة كنتُ فيها هنا، كانت قبل أربعين عامًا "، قالت كارولين: "كنتَ شابًّا خائفًا من المغامرة". "كنتُ فعلً"، اعترف مارلن. - لا بد أن زيارتي كانت ذات أثر كبير عليكَ. "دائمً كان لكِ تأثير كبير "، قال مارلن: "ظننتُ.. كنت أظن في البداية أنكِ من لحم ودم.. أقصد إنسانة" . ضحكتْ. -كثير من الرجال ظنوا أنني لست إنسانة.

you would run amuck, and I know whereof I speak; it's that half-miraculous sixth sense by which you detect evil, it's the half-realized fear of God in your heart.

To add to the breach, he found, as the new century gathered headway, that his thirst for gaiety grew stronger.

The voluptuous chords of the wedding march done in blasphemous syncopation issued in a delirious blend from the trombones and saxophones--and

the new broom

You don't have to dance—just get out there on the floor and shake.

He leaned against the glass to rest a moment and absently looked in. His eye fell on the title, Tales of the Jazz Age, and on the crazy collegiate figures by John Held Jr. that adorned the white wrapper. He was amazed. This was news to him. He hadn’t heard that Fitzgerald had brought out a new book.

A wall had sprung up suddenly around him hedging him in, a wall as definite and tangible as the white wall of his bare room. And with his perception of this wall all that had been the romance of his existence, the casualness, the light-hearted improvidence, the miraculous open-handedness of life faded out..

A grotesque picture formed itself with dreadful clarity before the eyes of the tortured man—a picture of himself walking through the crowded streets of the city with this appalling apparition stalking by his side.

The girl was slender and frail, with hair that was ashen under the moon and honey-coloured under the sputtering gas-lamps of the porch.

I don't want to be made a monkey of—" "You've made a monkey of me!" retorted Mr. Button fiercely.

Am I mad?" thundered Mr. Button, his terror resolving into rage. "Is this some ghastly hospital joke?

The cool perspiration redoubled on Mr. Button's forehead.

The word had gone around that a lunatic had passed the entrance examinations for Yale and attempted to palm himself off as a youth of eighteen.

The old man untied the package and viewed the contents with a quizzical eye.