Gatsby's undeniable love for Daisy is constantly reiterated throughout the novel. Whether it is symbolic in the green light, or it as blunt as "she loves me," it is clear that Gatsby loves Daisy with his whole heart and has devoted much of his life to reconnecting with her. The sad part is that Daisy does not put the same level of love and devotion that Gatsby does into the affair. She is so consumed with the idea of having money that all else falls below it, even her daughter. She is so consumed in her own affairs that she barely spends any time with her daughter. Her daughter, Pammy, was only brought up once in the entire novel, and she was only there for a short time before Daisy sent her away. This is symbolic that Daisy only cares about
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She keeps telling Gatsby that she loves him relentlessly, but does nothing about it. All she has to do is tell Tom that she does not love him anymore and move out, but she cannot even do that. This is partly because she does love Tom, but mostly because she does not want to damage her public image. She tells Gatsby this during an argument in a hotel room between Tom and Gatsby whom are fighting over Daisy. ""Oh, you want to 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." This all goes back to her messing with Gatsby's heart. For goodness sake, this man took the fall for Myrtle's death and subsequently got killed because of it. He died for her sins, and all she can do is just run away from it all. This shows a lot about her character, and makes the reader resent Daisy, and that is just what Fitzgerald wants. He makes the reader loathe her by making her selfish, and completely self …show more content…
"He left, feeling that if he had searched harder, he might have found her -- that he was leaving her behind. The day-coach -- he was penniless now -- was hot. He went out to the pen vestibule and sat down on a folding-chair, and the stations slid away and the backs of unfamiliar buildings moved by, Then out into the spring fields, where a yellow trolley raced them for a minute with the people in it who might once have seen the pale magic of her face along the casual street. The track curved and now it was going away from the sun, which as it sank lower, seemed to spread itself in benediction over the vanishing city where she had drawn her breath. He stretched out his hand and desperately as if to snatch only a wisp of air, to save a fragment of the spot that she had made lovely for him. But it was all going by too fast now for his blurred eyes and he knew that he had lost that part of it, the freshest and the best,
She keeps telling Gatsby that she loves him relentlessly, but does nothing about it. All she has to do is tell Tom that she does not love him anymore and move out, but she cannot even do that. This is partly because she does love Tom, but mostly because she does not want to damage her public image. She tells Gatsby this during an argument in a hotel room between Tom and Gatsby whom are fighting over Daisy. ""Oh, you want to 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." This all goes back to her messing with Gatsby's heart. For goodness sake, this man took the fall for Myrtle's death and subsequently got killed because of it. He died for her sins, and all she can do is just run away from it all. This shows a lot about her character, and makes the reader resent Daisy, and that is just what Fitzgerald wants. He makes the reader loathe her by making her selfish, and completely self …show more content…
"He left, feeling that if he had searched harder, he might have found her -- that he was leaving her behind. The day-coach -- he was penniless now -- was hot. He went out to the pen vestibule and sat down on a folding-chair, and the stations slid away and the backs of unfamiliar buildings moved by, Then out into the spring fields, where a yellow trolley raced them for a minute with the people in it who might once have seen the pale magic of her face along the casual street. The track curved and now it was going away from the sun, which as it sank lower, seemed to spread itself in benediction over the vanishing city where she had drawn her breath. He stretched out his hand and desperately as if to snatch only a wisp of air, to save a fragment of the spot that she had made lovely for him. But it was all going by too fast now for his blurred eyes and he knew that he had lost that part of it, the freshest and the best,