History In The Great Gatsby Quotes & Sayings

The "laughter through tears of sorrow" that Pushkin noted elsewhere in his work is precisely laughter. The images it produces are too deeply ambiguous to bear any social message. — Nikolai Gogol

Sound is what drives my solos, not verbal concepts, I never think 'I'm going to use a Lydian Dominant scale and then go up a half-step', even though that might be exactly what I end up doing ... — John Scofield

Life is programmed to live,
Life is created to live,
Life does not surrender easily,
We can be strong
If we choose to be strong
We can be energetic
If we choose to be energetic
We can be pain-free
If we choose to be pain-free
We ccan be independent
If we choose to be independent.
But if we choose all tha, we must choose to move.
We must choose to exercise! — Miranda Esmonde-White

About the time you think you are getting to know the moves in this game, someone comes along and does everything but undress you on the basketball floor. Standing there under the basket with your hands cupped - and finding that you don't have the ball in them - is a great little old leveler. — Tom Heinsohn

You can make anything out of anything. — Robert Holden

The reason I became a better player was because I came to Philly. — Michael Vick

Images sometimes capture particular periods in history. The unreachable green light, beckoning from across the bay in 'The Great Gatsby,' has become a symbol of the yearning of America in the 1920s. — David Ignatius

It is one thing to know what should be done, it is another to do it. — Steve Backley

Whatever happens right now, it has to happen. — Jayson Engay

In my own humorless state I failed to see anything except what I construed as certain tragic similarities between Gatsby and myself. — Donna Tartt

No one escapes from life alive. — Michael Crichton

Luck is a dividend of sweat. The more you sweat, the luckier you get. — Ray Kroc

fact, all the other war news was almost disregarded and the population had no way of getting any other news reports, since radios were unavailable. My Russian boss, for whom I prepared all the lists and bread ration cards, was a blond, slim Northerner from Leningrad. When sober, he was distant and quite proper; but when he was drunk, one had a hard time fighting him off. He was very demanding and we were forever writing. In the entire section there was not a single typewriter. Everything was written longhand. The bookkeepers were using the abacus, the only available calculator. — Pearl Fichman

Perhaps they wanted him to mate with her. If he had value, maybe they wanted more of him. Little ones. He swallowed. That was forbidden. She was not his Queen. His captors might not understand his people's ways, but he would not break them, no matter how far away from his tribe they took him.
But if they kept them together in this space for long enough, wouldn't the Bond form? Wouldn't his allegiance be changed if he stayed this close to her, alone? Nature would take over. He would become hers. His body would not give him the choice.
He could not let that happen. — V.C. Lancaster

Just handling this ocean of different books - new and used, in and out of print, famous and forgotten - it was literature as this giant mosaic of texts and experiments and attitudes. I think it's just very liberating to break out of a great man's theory of history.
I guess I've always liked working from that sense of - what would you call it? - license that the margins permit. I always just visualize myself writing books that were meant one day to be dusty, forgotten volumes being encountered by intrepid browsers in a used bookstore. It was a much less freighted way to think about trying to enter the conversation than to imagine I had to write The Great Gatsby. — Jonathan Lethem

Barlinnie Prison stands on dark and bloody ground. It is a temple of lost souls, and a place of living nightmares. It's been the breaker of many a man's dreams for more than a century. This prison works to a model of penitence with no pretence of rehabilitation. The criminal population that society has forsaken has filled this once, seemingly, bottomless pit to overflowing with their despair and nightmares of pain. More specifically, it is the battleground of an undeclared war that still ravages to this day, between the screws and the cons. The screws, backed by their authority, would use violence, but in return the prisoners would have to resort to their cunning, beguile, and the odd sudden act of violence. — Stephen Richards

British women can't cook. — Prince Philip

But I know now that isn't true; history is filled with fictional people. And even the epigraph Fitzgerald placed at the beginning of The Great Gatsby is by a writer who doesn't exist. We have all been fooled into believing in people who are entirely imaginary - made-up prisoners in a hypothetical panopticon. But the point isn't whether or not you believe in imaginary people; it's whether or not you want to. — Robyn Schneider