F. Scott Fitzgerald Quotes
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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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After all, life hasn't much to offer except youth, and I suppose for older people, the love of youth in others.
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Forgotten is forgiven.
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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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It's not a slam at you when people are rude, it's a slam at the people they've met before.
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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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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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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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Men get to be a mixture of the charming mannerisms of the women they have known.
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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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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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but there was an immediately perceptible vitality about her as if the nerves of her body were continually smouldering.
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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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It appears that every man's insomnia is as different from his neighbours as are their daytime hopes and aspirations.
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Show me a hero and I'll write you a tragedy.
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As we passed over the dark bridge her wan face fell lazily against my coat's shoulder and the formidable stroke of thirty died away with the reassuring pressure of her hand.
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Nothing is as obnoxious as other people's luck.
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I hate the place like poison with a sincere hatred.
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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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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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Speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again.
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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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I'm a romantic; a sentimental person thinks things will last, a romantic person hopes against hope that they won't.