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Egyptian Proverb: The worst things: To be in bed and sleep not, To want for one who comes not, To try to please and please not.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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When a man is tired of life on his 21st birthday it indicates that he is rather tired of something in himself.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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"What are you going to do?" "Can't say - run for president, write -" "Greenwich Village?" "Good heavens, no - I said write - not drink."
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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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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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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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’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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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 love New York on summer afternoons when everyone's away. There's something very sensuous about it - overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands.
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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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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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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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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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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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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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
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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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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.
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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The Montana sunset lay between the mountains like a giant bruise from which darkened arteries spread across a poisoned sky.
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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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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...I think he revalued everything in his house according to the measure of response it drew from her well-loved eyes.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
