The history of my life is the history of the struggle between an overwhelming urge to write and a combination of circumstances bent on keeping me from it.
Interpretation
Fitzgerald highlights the conflict between his passion for writing and external challenges.
This quote reflects the inner turmoil faced by writers and artists, capturing the essence of their struggle against various obstacles that hinder creative expression. It emphasizes the tension between the desire to create and the realities of life that often impede that quest, resonating with anyone who has ever fought against adversity to pursue their passion.
In practice
During a motivational talk about pursuing your dreams against all odds.
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.
The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function.
It was about then [1920] that I wrote a line which certain people will not let me forget: "She was a faded but still lovely woman of twenty-seven."
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.
I like ornament at the right time, but I don't want a poem to be made out of decoration ... When I read the poems that matter to me, it stuns me how much the presence of the heart-in all its forms-is endlessly available there. To experience ourselves in an important way just knocks me out. It puzzles me why people have given that up for cleverness. Some of them are ingenious, more ingenious than I am, but so many of them aren't any good at being alive.
The sound of colors is so definite that it would be hard to find anyone who would express bright yellow with base notes, or dark lake with the treble.
My life is shaped by the urgent need to wander and observe, and my camera is my passport.
To insist on purity is to baptize instinct, to humanize art, and to deify personality.
My boobs are fake, my hair's fake but what is real is my voice and my heart.
A classic is the term given to any book which comes to represent the whole universe, a book on a par with ancient talismans.
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