F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side Of Paradise Quotes
You don’t know what a trial it is to be —like me. I've got to keep my face like steel in the street to keep men from winking at me.
I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.
my imagination persisted in sticking horrors into the dark- so I stuck my imagination into the dark instead, and let it look out at me.
Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the mirror of himself that he found in the gorgeous clarity of her mind?
The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.
It was always the becoming he dreamed of, never the being.
You know I'm old in some ways-in others-well, I'm just a little girl. I like sunshine and pretty things and cheerfulness-and I dread responsibility.
Amory thought how it was only the past that seemed strange and unbelievable.
Beauty and love pass, I know... Oh, there's sadness, too. I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses-
The sea, he thought, had treasured it's memories deeper than the faithless land.
Always, after he was in bed, there were voices - indefinite, fading, enchanting - just outside his window, and before he fell asleep he would dream one of his favorites waking dreams.
Man in his hunger for faith will feed his mind with the nearest and most convenient food.
If we could only learn to look on evil as evil, whether it's clothed in filth or monotony or magnificence.
What are you going to do? "Can't say - run for president, write -" "Greenwich Village?" "Good heavens, no - I said write - not drink.
He was good looking, "sort of distinguished when he wants to be", had a line, and was properly inconstant. In fact, he summed up all the romance that her age and environment led her to desire
Just as a cooling pot gives off heat, so all through youth and adolescence we give off calories of virtue. That's what's called ingenuousness.
I'm not sentimental--I'm as romantic as you are. The idea, you know, is that the sentimental person thinks things will last--the romanticperson has a desperate confidence that they won't.
C'mon, Amory. Your romance is overYou don't know how true you spoke. No idea. 'At's the whole trouble
This selfishness is not only part of me. It is the most living part.It is somehow transcending rather than by avoiding that selfishness that I can bring poise and balance into my life.