F. Scott Fitzgerald Quotes
he used to think that he wanted to be good, he wanted to be kind, he wanted to be brave and wise, but it was all pretty difficult. He wanted to be loved, too, if he could fit it in.
If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream.
Thirty--the promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single men to know, a thinning brief-case of enthusiasm, thinning hair.
Advertising is a racket, like the movies and the brokerage business. You cannot be honest without admitting that its constructive contribution to humanity is exactly minus zero.
I like people and I like them to like me, but I wear my heart where God put it, on the inside.
I began to realize that for two years my life had been a drawing on resources that I did not possess, that I had been mortgaging myself physically and spiritually up to the hilt.
Premature success gives one an almost mystical conception of destiny as opposed to will power-at its worst the Napoleonic delusion.
Long ago, there was something in me, but now that thing is gone. Now that thing is gone, that thing is gone. I cannot cry. I cannot care. That thing will come back no more.
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.
Look at that,' she whispered, and then after a moment: 'I'd like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around.
She confused him and hindered the flow of his ideas. Self-expression had never seemed at once so desirable and so impossible.
I wish I could write. I get these ideas but I never seem to be able to put them in words.
but I felt that Tom would drift on forever seeking, a little wistfully, for the dramatic turbulence of some irrecoverable football game
I've been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.
Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her; If you can bounce high, bounce for her too, Till she cry "Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover, I must have you!
All I kept thinking about, over and over, was 'You can't live forever; you can't live forever.
When people are taken out of their depths they lose their heads, no matter how charming a bluff they may put up.
but there was an immediately perceptible vitality about her as if the nerves of her body were continually smouldering.
So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness.
The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain.
For awhile after you quit Keats all other poetry seems to be only whistling or humming.
Riches have never fascinated me, unless combined with the greatest charm or distinction.
It was too late - everything was too late. For years now he had dreamed the world away, basing his decisions upon emotions unstable as water.
My generation of radicals and breakers-down never found anything to take the place of the old virtues of work and courage and the old graces of courtesy and politeness.
After all, life hasn't much to offer except youth, and I suppose for older people, the love of youth in others.
The reason one writes isn't the fact he wants to say something. He writes because he has something to say.
The best of America drifts to Paris. The American in Paris is the best American.
You'll find another.' God! Banish the thought. Why don't you tell me that 'if the girl had been worth having she'd have waited for you'? No, sir, the girl really worth having won't wait for anybody.
I might have enjoyed the company of a woman or two... Or three but that had never stopped me from loving you.
It's not a slam at you when people are rude, it's a slam at the people they've met before.
One thin's sure and nothing's surer The rich get richer and the poor get - children. In the meantime, In between time...