Half of what he said meant something else, and the other half didn't mean anything at all.
— I know what I'm fighting for... my family. What are you fighting for?
— Myself. That's plenty of motivation, I can assure you.
The further I run
The more than I've become
Weightless and numb to the hurting
Worries and fears hold no gravity here
It's the only place
It all makes sense to me
What is our life. A minute. And at this moment, you need to pack, damn it all!
Joy, happiness, ups and downs, the desire to do good, to sin. Everything needs to be done in this one minute. And death? Death is forever. This is the only stability that is permanent. And everything else in life is " never." "Never" is the scariest word. The world will continue to live, everything will be the same, but only without you. And there's nothing you can do. The most impossible thing is to bring this minute back. Where they were happy. Where we've all been. How do I get back to my original position, to the beginning? Just this minute ago.
I've waited here
Holding on to pieces of the past
But nothing, nothing makes sense any more
I can't seem to push us back together
I thought we'd be forever
But you're gone.
— If it wasn't for the mist, we could see the green light.
— What green light?
— The one that burns all night at the end of your dock.
Possibly...it had occurred to Gatsby that the colossal significance of that light had vanished forever.
Yeah, the beauty of this is its simplicity. If it gets complex, everything can go wrong. If I learned one thing in 'Nam, it's...
“That’s it.” A simple phrase that held so much meaning...