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.
A sense of the fundamental decencies is parceled out unequally at birth.
Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes, but after a certain point I don’t care what it’s founded on.
Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was him too, looking up and wondering. I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
5、他理解体谅地笑了——这笑比理解和体谅有的含义。这是那种不多见的使你忐忑不安的情绪能很快地平静下来的笑，这种笑脸人的一生中顶多能碰上四五次。它 先是再一刹那间面对——或者说好像在面对——整个外部世界，然后他就全副心神地倾泻到你的身上，对你布满一种不可抵御的偏爱之情。它对你的理解正是你想被 人理解的那么多，它对你的信任恰像你平时愿意对自己所信任到的那种程度，它鸣你确信它对你的印象正是你所但愿造成的那么多。
He smiled understandingly—much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, which you may come across four or five times in life. It faced—or seemed to face—the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just so far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.
Everyone suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues and this
There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.
He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.
He was a son of God—a phrase which, if it means anything, means just that—and he must be about His Father’s business, the service of a vast, vulgar, and meretricious beauty.
So engrossed was she that she had no consciousness of being observed, and one emotion after another crept into her face like objects into a slowly developing picture.
I couldn’t sleep all night; a fog-horn was groaning incessantly on the Sound, and I tossed half-sick between grotesque reality and savage, frightening dreams.
She vanished into her rich house, into her rich, full life, leaving Gatsby—nothing.
Gatsby was overwhelmingly aware of the youth and mystery that wealth imprisons and preserves, of the freshness of many clothes, and of Daisy, gleaming like silver, safe and proud above the hot struggles of the poor.
What could you make of that, except to suspect some intensity in his conception of the affair that couldn’t be measured?
15、假如这一情况真实的话，他那时一定感觉到了他已失往了他原来的那个温馨世界，感觉到了他为这么长时间只活在一个梦里所付出的高昂代价。他那时一定举头看过 令人恐怖的叶片，望到了一个目生的天宇，他一定不由得颤栗了，当他发现玫瑰原来长得是那么的奇形怪状，照在疏疏落落的草叶上的阳光是那么粗鄙。这是一个没 有真实的物的新世界，在那里可怜的鬼魂们四处随风飘荡，他们像呼吸空气那样吮吸着梦幻。
If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about.
I’m thirty. I’m five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor.
17、月光徐徐升高，显得渺小的房屋开始融进这溶溶的月色中往，此时我的面前逐渐浮现出这座古老的岛屿当年在荷兰航海者眼中的那种妖娆风姿——一个新世界的翠绿 欲滴胸膛。它那现在不复存在的林木（为修造盖茨比住过的这座别墅被砍伐掉了）曾经温馨地煽起人类最后的也是最伟大的梦想；在那短暂的神奇时刻里，人类一定 在这片大陆前屏住了呼吸，不由自主地耽进到他既不理解也没希冀过的美的享受之中，在历史上最后一次面对面地赏识着，这一与他的感触感染惊疑的气力相当的景观。
And as the moon rose higher the inessential houses began to melt away until gradually I became aware of the old island here that flowered once for Dutch sailors’ eyes—a fresh, green breast of the new world. Its vanished trees, the trees that had made way for Gatsby’s house, had once pandered in whispers to the last and greatest of all human dreams; 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.
He had come a long way to this blue 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, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.