F. Scott Fitzgerald Quotes
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He talked a lot about the past, and I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy. His life had been confused and disordered since then, but if he could once return to a certain starting place and go over it all slowly, he could find out what that thing was.
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There's a right way of doing things and a wrong way. If you've made up your mind to be different from everybody else, I don't suppose I can stop you, but I really don't think it's very considerate.
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You can take Hollywood for granted like I did, or you can dismiss it with the contempt we reserve for what we don't understand. It can be understood too, but only dimly and in flashes. Not half a dozen men have ever been able to keep the whole equation of pictures in their heads.
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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.
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Forgotten is forgiven.
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The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world.
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Men get to be a mixture of the charming mannerisms of the women they have known.
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It appears that every man's insomnia is as different from his neighbours as are their daytime hopes and aspirations.
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I'm one of those people who go through the world giving other people thrills, but getting few myself except those I read into men on such nights as these. I have the social courage to go on the stage, but not the energy; I haven't the patience to write books; and I never met a man I'd marry. However, I'm only eighteen.
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A great social success is a pretty girl who plays her cards as carefully as if she were plain.
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Show me a hero and I'll write you a tragedy.
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but there was an immediately perceptible vitality about her as if the nerves of her body were continually smouldering.
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He talked a lot about the past and I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy.
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An author ought to write for the youth of his own generation, the critics of the next, and the schoolmaster of ever afterwards.
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His was a great sin who first invented consciousness. Let us lose it for a few hours.
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Nothing is as obnoxious as other people's luck.
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It is in the thirties that we want friends. In the forties we know they won't save us any more than love did.
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all the time something within her was crying for a decision. She wanted her life shaped now, immediately — and the decision must be made by some force — of love, of money, of unquestionable practicality — that was close at hand
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She looked at me and laughed pointlessly. Then she flounced over to the dog, kissed it with ecstasy, and swept into the kitchen, implying that a dozen chefs awaited her orders there.
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'Jelly-bean' is the name throughout the undissolved Confederacy for one who spends his life conjugating the verb to idle in the first person singular - I am idling, I have idled, I will idle.
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Cut out all these exclamation points. An exclamation point is like laughing at your own joke.
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Some men have a necessity to be mean, as if they were exercising a faculty which they had to partially neglect since early childhood.
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It is sadder to find the past again and find it inadequate to the present than it is to have it elude you and remain forever a harmonious conception of memory.
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Speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again.