18+ Best Daisy Buchanan Quotes: Exclusive Selection

Daisy Fay Buchanan is a fictional character in F. Scott Fitzgerald’s magnum opus The Great Gatsby. Profoundly inspirational Daisy Buchanan quotes will challenge the way you think, and make your life worth living.

Famous Daisy Buchanan Quotes

They were careless people, Tom and Daisy—they smashed up things and . . . then retreated back into their money . . . and let other people clean up the mess they had made. – Daisy Buchanan

Oh, you want too much! she cried to Gatsby. I love you now—isn’t that enough? I can’t help what’s past. She began to sob helplessly. I did love him once—but I loved you too. – Daisy Buchanan

I hope she’ll be a fool—that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool. – Daisy Buchanan

You see I think everything’s terrible anyhow, she went on . . . Everybody thinks so—the most advanced people. And I know. I’ve been everywhere and seen everything and done everything . . . Sophisticated—God, I’m sophisticated! – Daisy Buchanan

[She had] the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down, as if each speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again. . . . [T]here was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered Listen, a promise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour. – Daisy Buchanan

It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down, as if each speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again. Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth, but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered Listen, a promise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour. – Daisy Buchanan

She’s got an indiscreet voice, I remarked. It’s full of— I hesitated.Her voice is full of money, [Gatsby] said suddenly. That was it. I’d never understood before. It was full of money—that was the inexhaustible charm that rose and fell in it, the jingle of it, the cymbals’ song of it. – Daisy Buchanan

Her voice is full of money, he said suddenly. That was it. I’d never understood before. It was full of money—that was the inexhaustible charm that rose and fell in it, the jingle of it, the cymbals’ song of it. – Daisy Buchanan

‘You make me feel uncivilized, Daisy,’ I confessed on my second glass of corky but rather impressive claret. ‘Can’t you talk about crops or something?’ – Daisy Buchanan

I’m p-paralyzed with happiness. – Daisy Buchanan

They’re such beautiful shirts, she sobbed, her voice muffled in the thick folds. It makes me sad because I’ve never seen such—such beautiful shirts before. – Daisy Buchanan

Daisy was young and her artificial world was redolent of orchids and pleasant, cheerful snobbery and orchestras which set the rhythm of the year, summing up the sadness and suggestiveness of life in new tunes. – Daisy Buchanan

He looked at her the way all women want to be looked at by a man. – Daisy Buchanan

They moved with a fast crowd, all of them young and rich and wild, but [Daisy] came out with an absolutely perfect reputation. Perhaps because she doesn’t drink. It’s a great advantage not to drink among hard-drinking people. You can hold your tongue, and, moreover, you can time any little irregularity of your own so that everybody else is so blind that they don’t see or care. Perhaps Daisy never went in for amour at all—and yet there’s something in that voice of hers. . . – Daisy Buchanan

There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams — not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. 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. – Daisy Buchanan

I’m p-paralyzed with happiness. – Daisy Buchanan

His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy’s white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed like a flower and the incarnation was complete. – Daisy Buchanan

The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain. – Daisy Buchanan

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