Great Gatsby Nick Carraway Quotes by F. Scott Fitzgerald and many others.

You can’t repeat the past.” “Can’t repeat the past?” he cried incredulously. “Why of course you can!
I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart.
I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart.
Life is much more successfully looked at from a single window.
Tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther.
I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.
but I felt that Tom would drift on forever seeking, a little wistfully, for the dramatic turbulence of some irrecoverable football game
His dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him.
So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.
Whenever you feel like criticizing any one… just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.
He talked a lot about the past and I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy.
Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men.
Can’t repeat the past?…Why of course you can!
I was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.
I thought of Gatsby’s wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy’s dock. He had come a long way to this lawn and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him. [- Nick Carroway]
For a transitory enchanted moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent, compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired, face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder.