The Great Gatsby Chapter 7 Quotes

“Half an hour later Daisy telephoned and seemed relieved to find that I was coming. Something was up. And yet I couldn’t believe that they would choose this occasion for a scene–especially for the rather harrowing scene that Gatsby had outlined in the garden.” Nick
“_____ stood in the centre of the crimson carpet and gazed around with fascinated eyes. Daisy watched him and laughed, her sweet, exciting laugh; a tiny gust of powder rose from her bosom into the air.” Gatsby
“The rumor is, that that’s Tom’s girl on the telephone.” Jordan
“Then she remembered the heat and sat down guiltily on the couch just as a freshly laundered nurse leading a little girl came into the room.” Daisy
“Bles-sed pre-cious. Come to your own mother that loves you.” Daisy
“The child, relinquished by the nurse, rushed across the room and rooted shyly into _______’s dress.” Daisy
“Afterward he kept looking at the child with surprise. I don’t think he had ever really believed in its existence.” Gatsby
“She doesn’t look like her father. She looks like me. She’s got my hair and shape of the face.” Daisy
“I read somewhere that the sun’s getting hotter every year. It seems that pretty soon the earthh’s going to fall into the sun–or wait a minute–it’s just the opposite–the sun’s getting colder every year.” Tom
“Come outside. I’d like you to have a look at the place.” Tom
“What’ll we do with ourselves this afternoon? And the day after that, and the next thirty years?” Daisy
“Don’t be morbid. Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.” Jordan
“But it’s so hot, and everything’s so confused. Let’s all go to town!” Daisy
“You always look so cool.” Daisy
“His mouth opened a little, and he looked at Gatsby, and then back at Daisy as if he had just recognized her as some one he knew a long time ago.” Tom
“All right. I’m perfectly willing to go to town. Come on–we’re all going to town.” Tom
“I don’t see the idea of going to town. Women get these notions in their heads–“ Tom
“Shall we all go in my car? I ought to have left it in the shade.” Gatsby
“Well, you take my coupe and let me drive your car to town.” Tom
“Plenty of gas. And if it runs out I can stop at a drug-store. You can buy anything at a drug-store nowadays.” Tom
“You think I’m pretty dumb, don’t you? Perhaps I am, but I have a–almost a second sight, sometimes, that tells me what to do. Maybe you don’t believe me, but science–“ Tom
“I’ve made a small investigation of this fellow. I could have gone deeper if I’d known–“ Tom
“And you found he was an Oxford man.” Jordan
“An Oxford man! Like hell he is! He wears a pink suit.” Tom
“Then as Doctor T. J. Eckleburg’s faded eyes came into sight down the road, I remembered Gatsby’s caution about gasoline.” Nick
“Let’s have some gas! What do you think we stopped for–to admire the view? Tom
“I’m sick. Been sick all day.” Wilson
“In the sunlight his face was green.” Wilson
“I’ve been here too long. I want to get away. My wife and I want to go West.” Wilson
“He had discovered that Myrtle had some sort of life apart from him in another world, and the shock had made him physically sick.” Wilson
“I think he was afraid they would dart down a side street and out of his life forever.” Tom
“Why not let her alone, old sport? You’re the one that wanted to come to town.” Gatsby
“All this ‘old sport’ business. Where’d you pick that up?” Tom
“Still–I was married in the middle of June. Louisville in June! Somebody fainted. Who was it fainted, Tom? Daisy
“It was in nineteen-nineteen. I only stayed five months. That’s why I can’t really call myself an Oxford man.” Gatsby
“What kind of a row are you trying to cause in my house anyhow?” Tom
“He isn’t causing a row. You’re causing a row. Please have a little self-control.” Daisy
“I know I’m not very popular. I don’t give big parties. I suppose you’ve got to make your house into a pigsty in order to have any friends–in the modern world.” Tom
“Angry as I was, as we all were, I was tempted to laugh whenever he opened his mouth. The transition from libertine to prig was so complete.” Nick
“Your wife doesn’t love you. She never loved you. She loves me.” Gatsby
“The trouble is that sometimes she gets foolish ideas in her head and doesn’t know what she’s doing. And what’s more I love Daisy too. Once in a while I go off on a spree and make a food of myself, but I always come back, and in my heart I love her all the time.” Tom
“You’re revolting. Do you know why we left Chicago? I’m surprised that they didn’t treat you to the story of that little spree.” Daisy
“Daisy, that’s all over now. It doesn’t matter anymore. Just tell him the truth–that you never loved him–and it’s all wiped out forever.” Gatsby
“I never loved him.” Daisy
“Not that day I carried you down from the Punch Bowl to keep your shoes dry? Daisy? Tom
“Even alone I can’t say I never loved Tom. It wouldn’t be true.” Daisy
“You don’t understand. You’re not going to take care of her any more.” Gatsby
“She’s not leaving me! Certainly not for a common swindler who’d have to steal the ring he put on her finger.” Tom
“Who are you, anyhow? You’re one of that bunch that hangs around with Meyer Wolfsheim–that much I happen to know. I’ve made a little investigation into your affairs–and I’ll carry it further to-morrow.” Tom
“You two start on home, Daisy. In Mr. Gatsby’s car.” Tom
“Go on. He won’t annoy you. I think he realizes that his presumptuous little flirtation is over.” Gatsby
“No…I just remembered that today’s my birthday.” Nick
“Listen. I just got here a minute ago, from New York. I was bringing you that coupe we’ve been talking about. That yellow car I was driving this afternoon wasn’t mine–do you hear? I haven’t seen it all afternoon.” Tom
“The ********ed coward! He didn’t even stop his car.” Tom
“He spoke as if Daisy’s reaction was the only thing that mattered.” Gatsby
“Yes, but of course I’ll say I was. You see, when we left New York she was very nervous and she thought it would steady her to drive–and this woman rushed out at us just as we were passing a car coming the other way. It all happened in a minute, but it seemed to me that she wanted to speak to us, thought we were somebody she knew.” Gatsby
“She’ll be alright tomorrow. I’m just going to wait here and see if he tries to bother her about that unpleasantness this afternoon. She’s locked herself into her room, and if he tries any brutality she’s going to turn the light out and on again.” Daisy

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