F. Scott Fitzgerald Quotes
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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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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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No decent career was ever founded on a public.
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Genius goes around the world in its youth incessantly apologizing for having large feet. What wonder that later in life it should be inclined to raise those feet too swiftly to fools and bores.
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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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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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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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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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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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A great social success is a pretty girl who plays her cards as carefully as if she were plain.
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Men get to be a mixture of the charming mannerisms of the women they have known.
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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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His was a great sin who first invented consciousness. Let us lose it for a few hours.
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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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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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but there was an immediately perceptible vitality about her as if the nerves of her body were continually smouldering.
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I hate the place like poison with a sincere hatred.
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Show me a hero and I'll write you a tragedy.
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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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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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Speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again.
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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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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