Love Through the Ages - Time

Permanence of Gatsby's love

"forever wed to his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God."

"he had committed himself to the following of a grail... He felt married to her, that was all."

Irreversibility of time (Gatsby)

"clock took this moment to tilt dangerously at the pressure of his head... caught it with trembling fingers and set it back in place"

"can't repeat the past? Why of course you can... I'm going to fix everything just the way it was before."

Changing of love (Gatsby)

"By the next Autumn she was gay again, gay as ever...In June she married Tom Buchanan of Chicago... it was coming to pieces like snow."

"Oh, you want too much!... I love you now - isn't that enough? I can't help what's past... I did love him once - but I loved you too"

Willa Catha described 1922 as when the 'world broke in two', between modern and traditional.

Permanance of love (Poetry)

"Lov's not Times foole... within his bending sickles compasse come, / Love alters not with his breefe hours and weekes"

"I was (am) desolate and sick of an old passion... I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion."

Control of time (Poetry)

"Rather at once our Time devour, / Than languish in his slow-chapt pow'r... though we cannot make our Sun / Stand still, yet we will make him run."

"As we seemed we were not / That day afar... Ere deth, once let us stand / As we stood then!"

Destruction of Love (Poetry)

"Times winged Charriot hurrying near... before us lye / Desarts of vast Eternity... And your quaint Honour turn to dust; / And into ashes all my Lust."

"Alone and paley loitering? / The sedge has withered from the lake, / And no birds sing... So haggard and so woe-begone? / The squirrel's granary is full / And the harvest's done."

Changing of love (Poetry)

"saw what I never had seen: / A chapel was built... Where I used to play on the green... filled with graves, And tomb-stones where flowers should be."

"As we seemed we were not... now we seem not what / We aching are... Ere death, once let us stand / As we stood th