This is just a post dedicated to all of the great figurative and descriptive language in The Great Gatsby. F. Scott Fitzgerald is such a beautiful writer!
“I hope she’ll be a fool—that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.”- Daisy
“He had one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced, or seemed to face, the whole external world for an instant and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself.”- Nick
“The truth was that Jay Gatsby, of West Egg, Long Island, sprang from his Platonic conception of himself. He was a son of God—a phrase which, if it means anything, means just that—and he must be about His Father’s business, the service of a vast, vulgar, and meretricious beauty. So he invented just the sort of Jay Gatsby that a seventeen year old boy would be likely to invent, and to this conception he was faithful to the end.”- Nick
“That’s my Middle West . . . the street lamps and sleigh bells in the frosty dark. . . . I see now that this has been a story of the West, after all—Tom and Gatsby, Daisy and Jordan and I, were all Westerners, and perhaps we possessed some deficiency in common which made us subtly unadaptable to Eastern life.”- Nick
“Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And then one fine morning—
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”- Nick
“The lawn started at the beach and ran toward the front door…”- Nick
“Whenever you feel like criticizing any one, just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.”-Nick
“The only completely stationary object in the room was an enormous couch on which two young women were buoyed up as though upon an anchored balloon.”-Nick
“Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth…”- Nick
“They are not perfect ovals-like the egg in the Columbus story, they are both crushed flat at the contact end….”- Nick