Великий Гэтсби

He head a big future before him, you know. He was only a young man, but he had a lot of brain power.

He had reached an age where death no longer has the quality of ghastly surprise.

He had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream.

They're a rotten croud. You're worth the whole damn bunch put together.

What was the use of doing great things if I could have a better time telling her what I was going to do?

He took her because he had no real right to touch her hand.

I left him standing there in the moonlight - watching over nothing.

I love you now - isn't that enough? I can't help what's past.

I love New York on a summer afternoons when everyone's away. There's something very sensuous about it over ripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands.

There is no confusion like the confusion of a simple mind.

Her voice is full of money.

You can't repeat the past.

Americans while ocasionally willing to be serfs, have always been obstinate about being peasantry.

It was 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 eternal world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favour. It understood you just so far as you wanted ro be understood, believed in you ass you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.

I didn't want you to think I'm just some nobody.

Я старался в эту минуту думать о Гэтсби, но он был уже слишком далек, и я только вспомнил, без всякого возмущения, что Дэзи так и не прислала ни телеграммы, ни хотя бы цветов.

... если один кирпич вынуть, может обвалиться все здание.

Сдержанность в суждения - залог неиссякаемой надежды.

Из-под дерева открывался один-единственный вид — огромный домина Гэтсби. Он был возведен для какого-то богатого пивовара лет десять назад, когда только еще начиналось увлечение «стильной» архитектурой, и рассказывали, будто пивовар предлагал соседям пять лет платить за них все налоги, если они покроют свои дома соломой.