''last sunshine fell with
romantic affection upon
her glowing face; her voice
compelled me further''
''breathlessly as i listened- then
the glow faded, each light
deserting her with lingering
regret, like children leaving a
pleasant street at dusk''
''stirring
warmth flowed
from her''
''such a beautiful
house...ripe
mystery...more
beautiful and cool
than other
bedrooms of gay
and radiant
activities''
''her dress
gleamed in the
sunlight''
Jordan Bakes view
''flattered that she wanted to speak to me''
''i admired her the most''
''the officer looked at
daisy while she was
speaking in way that
every girl wants to be
looked at...seemed
romantic''
''by the next autumn she
was gay again, gay as
ever... she had married
tom buchanan of chicago''
''i'd never seen a girl
so mad about her
husband...looking at
him with
unfathomable
delight''
''she doesnt drink''
''yet theres
something in
that voice of
hers''
on Gatsby
''i'm glad jay'
her throat full
of aching,
greiving beauty,
told only of her
unexpected joy''
''after his
embaressment
and his
unreasoning joy
he was
consumed with
wonder at her
presence''
''oh, you want too
much''
''her voice was cold''
''daisy hadnt
sent a messege
or a flower''
On Tom
''you're revolting''
''they werent happy...yet
they werent unhappy
either''
''air of natural
intimacy''
''conspiring together''
''there was a
wholesome bulkiness
about his person and his
position, and daisy was
flattered''
Daisy's voice
''charming little laugh''
''looking up into my face
promising there was no one in
the world she so much
wanted to see''
''low, thrilling
voice''
''each speech is an
arrangement of notes
that will never be played
again''
''excitement that men
who had cared for her
in the past found
difficuilt to forget''
''i think it was that voice
that held him most, with
its fluctuating, feverish
warmth, because it couldnt
be over-dreamed- that
voice was a deathless song''
''Daisy leaned foward again, her voice
glowing and singing''
''if you're going to
make personal
remarks i wont
stay here a
minute''
''for daisy her world
was redolent of orchids
and pleasent cheerful
snobbery''
''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''