“I hope she'll be a fool -- that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.”
“He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. 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 favor. It understood
you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as 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 wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.”
“Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.”
“There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams -- not through her
own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had
thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that
drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.”
“His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy’s white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl,
and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of
God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed
her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed like a flower and the incarnation was complete.”
“Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth, but there was an
excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered
“Listen,” a promise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting
things hovering in the next hour.”
“...and for a moment I thought I loved her. But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my
desires....”
“The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain.”
“For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me
forward breathlessly as I listened - then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children
leaving a pleasant street at dusk.”
“He looked at her the way all women want to be looked at by a man.”
"A stirring warmth flowed from her, as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those
breathless, thrilling words.”