One thin's sure and nothing's surer The rich get richer and the poor get - children. In the meantime, In between time...
Interpretation
The quote highlights the ongoing disparity between rich and poor while suggesting that life continues in its complexities.
F. Scott Fitzgerald's quote reflects the stark and often inequitable division between wealth and poverty, emphasizing how the rich tend to accumulate more wealth, while the poor often find themselves in perpetual cycles of struggle, marked by the responsibilities of raising children. This expression also hints at the transient nature of life, suggesting that irrespective of these disparities, societal life marches on amidst challenges and uncertainties.
In practice
This quote could be used in a social justice speech highlighting economic inequality.
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.
And who are you, the proud Lord said that I must bow so low? Only a cat of a different coat, that's all the truth I know. In a coat of gold or a coat of red, a lion still has claws. And, mine are as long and sharp, my Lord as long and sharp as yours. And so he spoke, and so he spoke, that Lord of Castamere, but now the rains weep o'er his hall, with no one there to hear. Yes, now the rains weep o'er his hall, and not a soul to hear.
I emphasize the reply that the liberty which a citizen enjoys is to be measured, not by the nature of the governmental machinery he lives under, whether representative or other, but by the relative paucity of the restraints it imposes on him.
No being can be what he is unless he is putting his essence into action in his field.
True devotion is for itself: not to desire heaven nor to fear hell.
Human beings, all over the earth, have this curious idea that they ought to believe in a certain way, and can't really get rid of it.
To become the enemy, see yourself as the enemy of the enemy
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