I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others--young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.
Interpretation
The quote reflects the deep sense of loneliness experienced by individuals, particularly in their youth, highlighting a shared human experience.
F. Scott Fitzgerald speaks to the haunting loneliness that can accompany the passing moments of life, especially for the young clerks he observes. This profound feeling not only resonates within himself but also reveals a deeper understanding of the vulnerabilities and wasted potential that many face as they navigate dusk, symbolizing both the end of the day and the fleeting nature of time. It suggests that in moments of solitude, we can all feel an existential weight, urging us to cherish life's poignant experiences rather than let them slip away.
In practice
This quote could be used in a reflective essay about the challenges of youth and the nature of loneliness.
Don't be so anxious about it,' she laughed. 'I'm not used to being loved. I wouldn't know what to do; I never got the trick of it.' She looked down at him, shy and fatigued. 'So here we are. I told you years ago that I had the makings of Cinderella.' He took her hand; she drew it back instinctively and then replaced it in his. 'Beg your pardon. Not even used to being touched. But I'm not afraid of you, if you stay quiet and don't move suddenly.
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The words seemed to bite physically into Gatsby.
But you can love more than just one person, can't you?
A sudden gust of rain blew over them and then another - as if small liquid clouds were bouncing along the land. Lightning entered the sea far off and the air blew full of crackling thunder. The table cloths blew around the pillars. They blew and blew and blew. The flags twisted around the red chairs like live things, the banners were ragged, the corners of the table tore off through the burbling billowing ends of the cloths.
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The new fashion is to talk about the most private parts of your life; other fashion is to repent of your excesses and to criticize the drugs that made you happy in the other times.
I desperately want to see the day today and do the best I can not miss a shred of sunlight. It'll be over before I know it.
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I am younger each year at the first snow. When I see it, suddenly, in the air, all little and white and moving; _x000D_ then I am in love again and very young and I believe everything.
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