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Quotes from The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
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1 She had lost in the finals the week before.
2 For a while I lost sight of Jordan Baker, and then in midsummer I found her again.
3 Well, first Daisy turned away from the woman toward the other car, and then she lost her nerve and turned back.
4 If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream.
5 But it was all going by too fast now for his blurred eyes and he knew that he had lost that part of it, the freshest and the best, forever.
6 People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away.
7 Through all he said, even through his appalling sentimentality, I was reminded of something--an elusive rhythm, a fragment of lost words, that I had heard somewhere a long time ago.
8 He took out a pile of shirts and began throwing them, one by one before us, shirts of sheer linen and thick silk and fine flannel which lost their folds as they fell and covered the table in many-colored disarray.
9 That's my middle west--not the wheat or the prairies or the lost Swede towns but the thrilling, returning trains of my youth and the street lamps and sleigh bells in the frosty dark and the shadows of holly wreaths thrown by lighted windows on the snow.
10 But with every word she was drawing further and further into herself, so he gave that up and only the dead dream fought on as the afternoon slipped away, trying to touch what was no longer tangible, struggling unhappily, undespairingly, toward that lost voice across the room.