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By Anonym 17 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

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By Anonym 13 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

I'm a cynical idealist.

By Anonym 19 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Then the door opened and she came into the room - and it was as though everything in it suddenly blurred before his eyes. He had not remembered how beautiful she was, and he felt his face grow pale and his voice diminish to a poor sigh in his throat.

By Anonym 13 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

I don't like girls in the daytime,' he said shortly, and then thinking this a bit abrupt, he added: 'But I like you.' He cleared his throat. 'I like you first and second and third.

By Anonym 14 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures.

By Anonym 19 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

The more I want to be oblivious, the less I can be. Life and light will not let me be.

By Anonym 13 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

He wanted to appear suddenly to her in novel and heroic colors. He wanted to stir her from that casualness she showed toward everything except herself.

By Anonym 15 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Your first most typical figure in any new place turns out to be a bluff or a local nuisance.

By Anonym 13 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

As he took her hand she saw him look her over from head to foot, a gesture she recognized and that made her feel at home, but gave her always a faint feeling of superiority to whoever made it. If her person was property she could exercise whatever advantage was inherent in its ownership.

By Anonym 13 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

I'm inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and also made me the victim of not a few veteran bores.

By Anonym 15 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

A bad driving and not even trying!

By Anonym 14 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Some men have a necessity to be mean, as if they were exercising a faculty which they had to partially neglect since early childhood.

By Anonym 13 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

A love affair is like a short story--it has a beginning, a middle, and an end. The beginning was easy, the middle might drag, invaded by commonplace, but the end, instead of being decisive and well knit with that element of revelatory surprise as a well-written story should be, it usually dissipated in a succession of messy and humiliating anticlimaxes.

By Anonym 13 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Don't be so anxious about it,' she laughed. 'I'm not used to being loved. I wouldn't know what to do; I never got the trick of it.' She looked down at him, shy and fatigued. 'So here we are. I told you years ago that I had the makings of Cinderella.' He took her hand; she drew it back instinctively and then replaced it in his. 'Beg your pardon. Not even used to being touched. But I'm not afraid of you, if you stay quiet and don't move suddenly.

By Anonym 18 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

So before he left he made most of his life insurance over to us. That's in case he doesn't come back—those trips are dangerous of course.” “I should think so,” I said, ”especially with three anthropologists.

By Anonym 13 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

I learned a little of beauty - enough to know that it had nothing to do with truth - and I found, moreover, that there was no great literary tradition; there was only the tradition of the eventful death of every literary tradition.

By Anonym 13 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.

By Anonym 14 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as happy -- one of those uneventful times that seem at the moment only a link between past and future pleasure, but turn out to have been the pleasure itself.

By Anonym 13 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

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

By Anonym 14 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Rosemary felt that this swim would become the typical one of her life, the one that would always pop up in her memory at the mention of swimming.

By Anonym 14 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

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.

By Anonym 15 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

They were stars on this stage, each playing to an audience of two: the passion of their pretense created the actuality. Here, finally, was the quintessence of self-expression-- yet it was probable that for the most part their love expressed Gloria rather than Anthony. He felt often like a scarecly tolerated guest at a party she was giving.

By Anonym 17 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

My courage is faith--faith in the eternal resilience of me--that joy'll come back, and hope and spontaneity. And I feel that till it does I've got to keep my lips shut and my chin high and my eyes wide--not necessarily any silly smiling. Oh, I've been through hell without a whine quite often--and the female hell is deadlier than the male.

By Anonym 16 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

He lit Daisy's cigarette from a trembling match, and sat down with her on a couch far across the room, where there was no light save what the gleaming floor bounced in from the hall.

By Anonym 13 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

I am still a little afraid of missing something if I forget that, as my father snobbishly suggested, and I snobbishly repeat, a sense of the fundamental decencies is parcelled out unequally at birth.

By Anonym 19 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Under the glass porte-cochère of a theatre Amory stood, watching the first great drops of rain splatter down and flatten to dark stains on the sidewalk. The air became grey and opalescent; a solitary light suddenly outlined a window over the way; then another light; then a hundred more danced and glimmered into vision. Under his feet a thick, iron-studded skylight turned yellow; in the street the lamps of the taxicabs sent out glistening sheens along the already black pavement. The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day’s last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.

By Anonym 15 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

And then, one fairy night, May became June.

By Anonym 14 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

She wanted to exist only as a conscious flower, prolonging and preserving herself

By Anonym 13 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Every author ought to write every book as if he were going to be beheaded the day he finished it.

By Anonym 15 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Artistic temperament is like a king with vigor and unlimited opportunity. You shake the structure to pieces by playing with it.

By Anonym 20 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Why they came east I don't know. They had spent a year in France, for no particular reason, and then drifted here and there unrestfully wherever people played polo and were rich together.

By Anonym 20 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Yet Anthony knew that there were days when they hurt each other purposely—taking almost a delight in the thrust. Incessantly she puzzled him: one hour so intimate and charming, striving desperately toward an unguessed, transcendent union; the next, silent and cold, apparently unmoved by any consideration of their love or anything he could say. Often he would eventually trace these portentous reticences to some physical discomfort—of these she never complained until they were over—or to some carelessness or presumption in him, or to an unsatisfactory dish at dinner, but even then the means by which she created the infinite distances she spread about herself were a mystery, buried somewhere back in those twenty-two years of unwavering pride.

By Anonym 14 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart.

By Anonym 16 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Her eyes in the half-light suggested night and violets, and for a moment he stirred again to that half-forgotten remoteness of the afternoon.

By Anonym 14 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Love is fragile -- she was thinking -- but perhaps the pieces are saved, the things that hovered on lips, that might have been said. The new love-words, the tenderness learned, and treasured up for the next lover.

By Anonym 14 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Life plays the same lovely and agonizing joke on all of us.

By Anonym 15 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Tireless passion, fierce jealousy, longing to possess and crush-these alone were left of all his love for Rosalind; these remained to him as payment for the loss of his youth-bitter calomel under the thin sugar of love's exaltation.

By Anonym 15 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

You can stroke people with words.

By Anonym 16 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

From the ruins, lonely and inexplicable as the sphinx, rose the Empire State Building. And just as it had been tradition of mine to climb to the Plaza roof to take leave of the beautiful city extending as far as the eyes could see, so now I went to the roof of that last and most magnificent of towers. Then I understood. Everything was explained. I had discovered the crowning error of the city. Its Pandora's box. Full of vaunting pride, the New Yorker had climbed here, and seen with dismay what he had never suspected. That the city was not the endless sucession of canyons that he had supposed, but that it had limits, fading out into the country on all sides into an expanse of green and blue. That alone was limitless. And with the awful realization that New York was a city after all and not a universe, the whole shining ediface that he had reared in his mind came crashing down. That was the gift of Alfred Smith to the citizens of New York.

By Anonym 14 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

So there was not an "I" anymore - not a basis on which I could organize my self-respect - save my limitless capacity for toil that it seemed I possessed no more.

By Anonym 15 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

There is a moment—Oh, just before the first kiss, a whispered word—something that makes it worth while.

By Anonym 14 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Once one is caught up into the material world not one person in ten thousand finds the time to form literary taste, to examine the validity of philosophic concepts for himself, or to form what, for lack of a better phrase, I might call the wise and tragic sense of life.

By Anonym 13 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

A classic,' suggested Anthony, 'is a successful book that has survived the reaction of the next period or generation. Then it's safe, like a style in architecture or furniture. It's acquired a picturesque dignity to take the place of its fashion.

By Anonym 16 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

I returned rather feebly to the subject of her daughter. 'I suppose she talks, she eats, and everything.

By Anonym 14 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life.

By Anonym 13 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

I am one of the few honest people that I have ever known.

By Anonym 13 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

I had traded the fight against love for the fight against loneliness, the fight against life for the fight against death.

By Anonym 16 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Good luck to you and bad luck to your theories.

By Anonym 16 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Here, Earth-born, over the lilt of the water, Lisping its music and bearing a burden of light, Bosoming day as a laughing and radiant daughter… Here we may whisper unheard, unafraid of the night. Walking alone…was it splendor, or what, we were bound with? Deep in the time when summer lets down her hair? Shadows we loved and the patterns they covered the ground with Tapestries, mystical, faint in the breathless air.

By Anonym 15 Sep

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.