F. Scott Fitzgerald Quotes
he was figuratively following along beside her as she walked the fence, ready to catch her if she should fall.
Genius goes around the world in its youth incessantly apologizing for having large feet. What wonder that later in life it should be inclined to raise those feet too swiftly to fools and bores.
Once I thought that Lake Forest was the most glamorous place in the world. Maybe it was.
I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth.
He had possessed the arrogance of a tall member of a short race, with no obligation save to be tall.
...I think he revalued everything in his house according to the measure of response it drew from her well-loved eyes.
The hangover became a part of the day as well allowed-for as the Spanish siesta.
Prose talent depends on having something to say and an interesting, highly developed way of saying it.
When she saw him face to face their eyes met and brushed like birds’ wings. After that everything was all right, everything was wonderful, she knew that he was beginning to fall in love with her.
Human sympathy has its limits, and we were contented to let all their tragic arguments fade with the city lights behind.
They're a rotten crowd', I shouted across the lawn. 'You're worth the whole damn bunch put together.
The men--the undergraduates of Yale and Princeton are cleaner, healthier, better-looking, better dressed, wealthier and more attractive than any undergraduate body in the country.
In short, you have only your emotions to sell. This is the experience of all writers.
I am not a great man, but sometimes I think the impersonal and objective equality of my talent and the sacrifices of it, in pieces, to preserve its essential value has some sort of epic grandeur.
Isn't Hollywood a dump-in the human sense of the word. A hideous town, pointed up by the insulting gardens of its rich, full of the human spirit at a new low of debasement.
he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass.
I’ve heard it said that Daisy’s murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.
She was a dark, unenduring little flower - yet he thought he detected in her some quality of spiritual reticence, of strength drawn from her passive acceptance of all things. In this he was mistaken.
It was always the becoming he dreamed of, never the being.
If you spend your life sparing people’s feelings and feeding their vanity, you get so you can’t distinguish what should be respected in them.
I hope I haven't given you the impression that I consider kissing intrinsically irrational.
An artist is someone who can hold two opposing viewpoints and still remain fully functional.
The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.
Take off that darn fur coat!...Or maybe you'd like to have us open all the windows.
There's no substitute for will. Sometimes you have to fake will when you don't feel it at all.
good manners are an admission that everybody is so tender that they have to be handle with gloves.
The world is always curious, and people become valuable merely for their inaccessibility
You're not sorry to go, of course. With people like us our home is where we are not... No one person in the world is necessary to you or to me.
You really ought to read more books - you know, those things that look like blocks but come apart on one side.
At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon.
Dear, don't think of getting out of bed yet. I've always suspected that early rising in early life makes one nervous.
A stirring warmth flowed from her, as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling words.
She wouldn't let go of the letter. She took it into the tub with her and squeezed it up in a wet ball, and only let me leave it in the soap dish when she saw that it was coming to pieces like snow.
Rosemary felt that this swim would become the typical one of her life, the one that would always pop up in her memory at the mention of swimming.
The helpless ecstasy of loosing himself in her charm was a powerful opiate rather than a tonic.
I never noticed the stars before. I always thought of them as great big diamonds that belonged to some one. Now they frighten me. They make me feel that it was all a dream, all my youth.
But he hated to be sober. It made him conscious of the people around him, of that air of struggle, of greedy ambition, of hope more sordid than despair, of incessant passage up or down.
People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away.
