Now the standard cure for one who is sunk is to consider those in actual destitution or physical suffering — this is an all-weather beatitude for glo… - F. Scott Fitzgerald

In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.

I couldn’t forgive him or like him, but I saw that what he had done was, to him, entirely justified. It was all very careless and confused. They were careless people, Tom and Daisy — 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.

In the strangeness of the brightening day it seemed presumptuous that with this feeble, broken instrument of his mind he had ever tried to think.

All life is just a progression toward, and then a recession from, one phrase— 'I love you.' (From: The Offshore Pirate)