Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the... - F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
"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?"
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"They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered."
"It was always the becoming he dreamed of, never the being."
"I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again."
"You know I'm old in some ways-in others-well, I'm just a little girl. I like sunshine and pretty things and cheerfulness-and I dread responsibility."
"It was always the becoming he dreamed of, never the being."