F. Scott Fitzgerald Quotes

And in the end, we were all just humans.. drunk on the idea that love, only

And in the end, we were all just humans.. drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.

I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it's

I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it's these things I'd believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn't all she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything.

I'm not sentimental-I'm as romantic as you are. The idea, you know, is that the sentimental

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 romantic
person has a desperate confidence that they won't.

I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.. F. Scott Fitzgerald

I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.

Actually that’s my secret - I can’t even talk about you to anybody because I don’t

Actually that’s my secret - I can’t even talk about you to anybody because I don’t want any more people to know how wonderful you are.

They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.. F. Scott Fitzgerald

They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.

It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning

It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living.

So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he

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.

I hope she'll be a fool - that's the best thing a girl can be in

I hope she'll be a fool - that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.

Cut out all these exclamation points. An exclamation point is like laughing at your own joke..

Cut out all these exclamation points. An exclamation point is like laughing at your own joke.

An artist is someone who can hold two opposing viewpoints and still remain fully functional.. F.

An artist is someone who can hold two opposing viewpoints and still remain fully functional.

So when the blue smoke of brittle leaves was in the air and the wind blew

So when the blue smoke of brittle leaves was in the air and the wind blew the wet laundry stiff on the line I decided to come back home.

My whole theory of writing I can sum up in one sentence. An author ought to

My whole theory of writing I can sum up in one sentence. An author ought to write for the youth of his own generation, the critics of the next, and the schoolmasters of ever afterward.

Work like hell! I had 122 rejection slips before I sold a story.. F. Scott Fitzgerald

Work like hell! I had 122 rejection slips before I sold a story.

I'll drink your champagne. I'll drink every drop of it, I don't care if it kills

I'll drink your champagne. I'll drink every drop of it, I don't care if it kills me.

I want you to lie to me just as sweetly as you know how for the

I want you to lie to me just as sweetly as you know how for the rest of my life.

Writers aren't exactly people.... They're a whole bunch of people trying to be one person.. F.

Writers aren't exactly people.... They're a whole bunch of people trying to be one person.

I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go. F.

I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go

Men don’t often know those times when a girl could be had for nothing.. F. Scott

Men don’t often know those times when a girl could be had for nothing.

He found that the business of optimism was no mean task.. F. Scott Fitzgerald

He found that the business of optimism was no mean task.

a promise that the rock of the world was founded securely on a fairy's wing

Tired, tired with nothing, tired with everything, tired with the world’s weight he had never chosen to bear.

I love her, and that's the beginning and end of everything.

Ah," she cried, "you look so cool."

Their eyes met, and they stared together at each other, alone in space. With an effort she glanced down at the table.

You always look so cool," she repeated.

She had told him that she loved him, and Tom Buchanan saw.

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.

Think how you love me," she whispered. "I don’t ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside me there’ll always be the person I am to-night.

I’ve been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.

Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues, and this is mine: I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.

The kiss originated when the first male reptile licked the first female reptile, implying in a subtle way that she was as succulent as the small reptile he had for dinner the night before.

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.

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

I learned a little of beauty- enough to know that it had nothing to do with truth...

I learned a little of beauty - enough to know that it had nothing to do with truth - and I found, moreover, that there was no great literary tradition; there was only the tradition of the eventful death of every literary tradition.

I was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.

Life is much more successfully looked at from a single window.

That’s going to be your trouble - judgment about yourself.
(Tender is the Night)

Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as happy - one of those uneventful times that seem at the moment only a link between past and future pleasure, but turn out to have been the pleasure itself.

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?

I think he revalued everything in his house according to the measure of response it drew from her well-loved eyes.

Amory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens of the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere in the artificial pools, and slow clouds sailed harmoniously above the willow. May came too soon, and suddenly unable to bear walls, he wandered the campus at all hours through starlight and rain.

A phrase began to beat in my ears with a sort of heady excitement: "There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.

I had traded the fight against love for the fight against loneliness, the fight against life for the fight against death.

For what it's worth: it's never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you're proud of, and if you find you're not, I hope you have the strength to start over again.

I suppose the latest thing is to sit back and let Mr. Nobody from Nowhere make love to your wife.

Most people think everybody feels about them much more violently than they actually do; they think other people's opinions of them swing through great arcs of approval or disapproval.

By God, I may be old-fashioned in my ideas, but women run around too much these days to suit me. They meet all kinds of crazy fish.

Her grey, sun-strained eyes stared straight ahead, but she had deliberately shifted our relations, and for a moment I thought I loved her. But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires, and I knew that first I had to get myself definitely out of that tangle back home.

But this can’t be true! I can understand, of course, their obedience to women of charm - but to fat women? To bony women? To women with scrawny cheeks?

Human sympathy has its limits.

You're a rotten driver," I protested. "Either you ought to be more careful, or you oughtn't drive at all."
"I am careful."
"No you're not."
"Well, other people are," she said lightly.
"What's that got to do with it?"
"They'll keep out of my way," she insisted. "It takes two to make an accident.

Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply.

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.

When I see a beautiful shell like that I can't help feeling a regret about what's inside it.

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.

All she wanted was to be a little girl, to be efficiently taken care of by some yielding yet superior power, stupider and steadier than herself. It seemed that the only lover she had ever wanted was a lover in a dream

Aristocracy's only an admission that certain traits which we call fine - courage and honor and beauty and all that sort of thing - can best be developed in a favorable environment, where you don't have the warpings of ignorance and necessity.

A breeze blew through the room, blew curtains in at one end and out the other like pale flags, twisting them up towards the frosted wedding-cake of the ceiling, and then rippled over the wine-coloured rug, making a shadow on it as wind does on the sea.

You see, this is the beauty I want. Beauty has got to be astonishing, astounding-it's got to burst in on you like a dream, like the exquisite eyes of a girl.

My hair- bob it!

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-

Beauty is only to be admired, only to be loved - to be harvested carefully and then flung at a chosen lover like a gift of roses. It seems to me, so far as I can judge clearly at all, that my beauty would be used like that...

I am glad you are happy-but I never believe much in happiness. I never believe in misery either. Those are things you see on the stage or the screen or the printed page, they never really happen to you in life.

Art isn't meaningless... It is in itself. It isn't in that it tries to make life less so.

They were stars on this stage, each playing to an audience of two.

The fire blazing in her dark and injured heart seemed to glow around her like a flame.

Begin with an individual, and before you know it you find that you have created a type: begin with a type, and you find that you have created - nothing. That is because we are all queer fish, queerer behind our faces and voices than we want anyone to know or than we know ourselves.

If we could only learn to look on evil as evil, whether it's clothed in filth or monotony or magnificence.

Никакая ощутимая, реальная прелесть не может сравниться с тем, что способен накопить ч

He had waited five years and bought a mansion where he dispensed starlight to casual moths - so that he could 'come over' some afternoon to a stranger's garden.

When people have so much for outsiders didn't it indicate a lack of inner intensity?

The sheath that held her soul had assumed significance - that was all. She was a sun, radiant, growing, gathering light and storing it - then after an eternity pouring it forth in a glance, the fragment of a sentence, to that part of him that cherished all beauty and all illusion.

A man who was aware that there could be no honor and yet had honor, who knew the sophistry of courage and yet was brave.

They’re a rotten crowd’, I shouted across the lawn. ‘You’re worth the whole damn bunch put together.

New friends can often have a better time together than old friends.

...если ребёнок приучен молчать, это развивает в нём наблюдательность.
"Ночь нежна

No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.

Courage is a sort of insistence on the value of life and the worth of transient things.

And courage to me meant ploughing through that dull gray mist that comes down on life-not only overriding people and circumstances but overriding the bleakness of living.

My courage is faith-faith in the eternal resilience of me-that joy'll come back, and hope and spontaneity. And I feel that till it does I've got to keep my lips shut and my chin high and my eyes wide-not necessarily any silly smiling. Oh, I've been through hell without a whine quite often-and the female hell is deadlier than the male.

I found something! Courage-just that; courage as a rule of life and something to cling to always.

That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.

Çok içen insanların yanında ayık kalmak her zaman faydalıdır. Her şeyden önce dilinizi bağlar, fazla gevezelik etmezsiniz. Daha da güzeli insanın kendi kusur ve yanlışlarını örtebilmesidir, nasılsa kimsenin sizi kimsenin sizi görecek hali olmaz. Zira görseler de umursamazlar.

Amerikalıların ara sıra toprak kölesi olmayı istedikleri olur, ama köylü sınıfından olmaya karşı hep direnmişlerdir.

Her insan kendinde en az bir büyük erdem olduğuna inanır. Benimki, tanıdıklarım arasında en dürüst kişi olmamdır.

Babamın bilgiççe söylediği ve benim de bilgiççe onayladığım şu sözünü unutmaktan halen korku duyarım: bazı temel incelikler dünyaya adaletsiz dağıtılmıştır.

Medeniyet yok oluyor" diye bağırdı Tom öfkeyle, "Ben artık bu konuda karamsarım. Şu Goddard denen adamın yazdığı The Rise of the Coloured Empires adlı kitabı okudun mu?

I want excitement; and I don’t care what form it takes or what I pay for it, so long as it makes my heart beat.

I detest these underdone men, he thought coldly. Boiled looking! Ought to be shoved back in the oven; just one more minute would do it.

Man in his hunger for faith will feed his mind with the nearest and most convenient food.

In the morning you were never violently sorry- you made no resolutions, but if you had overdone it and your heart was slightly out of order, you went on the wagon for a few days without saying anything about it, and waited until an accumulation of nervous boredom projected you into another party.

There are always those to whom all self-revelation is contemptible, unless it ends with a noble thanks to the gods for the Unconquerable Soul.

What are you going to do?

"Can't say - run for president, write -"

"Greenwich Village?"

"Good heavens, no - I said write - not drink.

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