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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.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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I am too much a moralist at heart, and really want to preach at people in some acceptable form, rather than entertain them.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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He snatched out his hand desperately as if to snatch only a wisp of air, to save a fragment of the spot that she had made lovely for him. But it was all going by too fast now for his burred eyes and he knew that he had lost that part of it, the freshest and the best, forever.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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The failure and the success both believe in their hearts that they have accurately balanced points of view, the success because he's succeeded, and the failure because he's failed. The successful man tells his son to profit by his father's good fortune, and the failure tells his son to profit by his father's mistakes.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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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.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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It was a marriage of love. He was sufficiently spoiled to be charming; she was ingenuous enough to be irresistible. Like two floating logs they met in a head-on rush, caught, and sped along together.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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You are mine-you know you're mine!" he cried wildly...the moonlight twisted in through the vines and listened...the fireflies hung upon their whispers as if to win his glance from the glory of their eyes.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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How I feel is that if I wanted anything I'd take it. That's what I've always thought all my life. But it happens that I want you, and so I just haven't room for any other desires.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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He read at wine, he read in bed, He read aloud, had he the breath, His every thought was with the dead, And so he read himself to death.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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You can’t repeat the past.” “Can’t repeat the past?” he cried incredulously. “Why of course you can!
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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Often a man can play the helpless child in front of a woman, but he can almost never bring it off when he feels most like a helpless child.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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She was feeling the pressure of the world outside and she wanted to see him and feel his presence beside her and be reassured that she was doing the right thing after all.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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First, he realized that the sea was blue and that there was an enormous quantity of it, and that it roared and roared-really all the banalities about the ocean that one could realize, but if any one had told him then that these things were banalities, he would have gaped in wonder.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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I had traded the fight against love for the fight against loneliness, the fight against life for the fight against death.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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The greatest profound pain is cased by, and is the result of our own illusions, fantasies and dreams.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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I didn't realize it, but the days came along one after another, and then two years were gone, and everything was gone, and I was gone.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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Now the standard cure for one who is sunk is to consider those in actual destitution or physical suffering
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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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.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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...I think he revalued everything in his house according to the measure of response it drew from her well-loved eyes.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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Nicole's world had fallen to pieces, but it was only a flimsy and scarcely created world; beneath it her emotions and instincts fought on.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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Reporting the extreme things as if they were the average things will start you on the art of fiction.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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I want to tell you about your heart— you've probably been neglecting your heart—and you don’t know.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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We can't possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name's become proverbial. Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It's a sad season of life without growth...It has no day.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
