They were still in the happier stages of love. They were full of brave illusions about each other, tremendous illusions, so that the communion of sel… - F. Scott Fitzgerald

There's no beauty without poignancy and there's no poignancy without the feeling that it's going, men, names, books, houses — bound for dust — mortal —

It isn't given to us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world. They will not be cured by our most efficacious drugs or slain with our sharpest swords.

As he took her hand she saw him look her over from head to foot, a gesture she recognized and that made her feel at home, but gave her always a faint feeling of superiority to whoever made it. If her person was property she could exercise whatever advantage was inherent in its ownership.