1.“当你想开口批评别人，”他告诉我，“要记住，世上不是每个人都像你拥有这些优势。” "Whenever you feel like criticizing any one, " he told me, "just remember that all the people in this world haven' t had the advantage that you' ve had." 2.“你们会不会期待一年之中最长的一天，然后错过？我每次都期待一年之中最长的一天然后错过。” "Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it...
"Whenever you feel like criticizing any one, " he told me, "just remember that all the people in this world haven' t had the advantage that you' ve had."
"Do you always watch for the longest day of the year and then miss it? I always watch for the longest day in the year and then miss it. "
"I'm glad it's a girl. And I hope she l be a fool-that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool. "
People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away.
In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.
Jordan Baker instinctively avoided clever shrewd men and now I saw that this was because she felt safer on a plane where any divergence from a code would be thought impossible. She was incurably dishonest.
It made no difference to me. Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply-I was casually sorry, and then I forgot.
Evegone suspes himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this i mine:l am one of the few honest people that I have ever kaown.
A phrase began to beat in my ears with a sort of heady excitement: "There are only the pursued, the pursuing,the busy and the tired."
So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.
Gatsby was overwhelmingly aware of the youth and mystery that wealth imprisons and preserves, of the freshness of many clothes.
and of Daisy, gleaming like silver, safe and proud above the hot struggles of the poor.
"They' re a rotten crowd, "I shouted across the lawn. "You' re worth the whole damn bunch put together."
A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about..like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees.
When the butler brought back Wolfshiem' s answer I began to have a feeling of defiance, of scornful solidarity between Gatsby and me against them all.
they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made...
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.