F. Scott Fitzgerald Quotes
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.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
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Look, all you can do when you find your niche is go with it.
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The American dream seems to be thriving in Europe not at home.
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Immoral is choosing not to act when you hold in your hands the power to create perfection.
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Stated clearly enough, an idea may cancel itself out.
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God - God's the wrong word - goddess or nature will conspire to transform you in a way you couldn't have imagined.
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If all the world hated you, and believed you wicked, while your own conscience approved you, and absolved you from guilt, you would not be without friends.
Charlotte Bronte
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.
F. Scott Fitzgerald