They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never... - F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
"They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered."
"They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered."
"It was always the becoming he dreamed of, never the being."
"It was always the becoming he dreamed of, never the being."
"I'm not sentimental--I'm as romantic as you are. The idea, you know,is that the sentimental person thinks things will last--the romanticperson has a desperate confidence that they won't."
"Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the mirror of himself that he found in the gorgeous clarity of her mind?"
"I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again."