Quotes from F. Scott Fitzgerald

These things excite me so ,' she whispered. 'If you want to kiss me any time during the evening, Nick, just let me know and I'll be glad to arrange it for you. Just mention my name. Or present a green card.

January, the Monday of months....

he could transform the barest incident into a thing of curve and contour.

The natural state of the sentient adult is a qualified unhappiness.

Bright unused beauty still plaugued her in the mirror.

Baltimore is warm but pleasant... I belong here, where everything is civilized and gay and rotted and polite.

He kissed her because it came about quite naturally; he found sweetness sleeping still upon her lips, and felt that he had never been away.

I found something! Courage--just that; courage as a rule of life and something to cling to always.

How do you do, Captain," she said, unfastening her eyes from his with difficulty, as though they had become entangled.

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

It was a dark afternoon, threatening rain and the end of the world, and done in that particularly gloomy gray in which only New York afternoons indulge. A breeze was crying down the streets, whisking along battered newspapers and pieces of things, and little lights were pricking out all the windows- it was so desolate that one was sorry for the tops of sky-scrapers lost up there in the dark green and gray heaven.

As soon as I arrived I made an attempt to find my host but the two or three people of whom I asked his whereabouts stared at me in such an amazed way and denied so vehemently an knowledge of his movements that I slunk off in the direction of the cocktail table--the only place in the garden where a single man could linger without looking purposeless and alone.

He lifted his arms to the crystaline, radiant sky. I know myself, he cried, but that is all.

We shook hands and I started away. Just before I reached the hedge I remembered something and turned around. 'They're a rotten crowd,' I shouted across the lawn. 'You're worth the whole damn bunch put together.' I've always been glad I said that. It was the only compliment I ever gave him, because I disapproved of him from beginning to end.

i'm in a muddle about a lot of things -- i've just discovered that i've a mind, and i'm starting to read read what? everything. i have to pick and choose, of course, but mostly things that make me think.

I want excitement; and I don't care what form it takes or what I pay for it, so long as it makes my heart beat.

Beauty is only to be admired, only to be loved - to be harvested carefully and then flung at a chosen lover like a gift of roses. It seems to me, so far as I can judge clearly at all, that my beauty would be used like that...

She was beautiful-- but especially she was without mercy. He must own that strength that could send him away.

Then it had not been merely the stars to which he had aspired on that June night. He came alive to me, delivered suddenly from the womb of his purposeless splendour.

God, am I like the rest after all?—So he used to think starting awake at night—Am I like the rest?

I can't describe to you how surprised I was to find out I loved her, old sport.I even hoped for a while that she'd throw me over, but she didn't, because she was in love with me too. She thought I knew a lot because I knew different things from her. Well, there I was, way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute, and all of a sudden I didn't care. What was the use of doing great things if I could have a better time telling her what I was going to do?

He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is. and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass.

When his son was dressed Mr. Button regarded him with depression. The costume consisted of dotted socks, pink pants, and a belted blouse with a wide white collar. Over the latter waved the long whitish beard, drooping almost to the waist. The effect was not good.

credit is something that should be given to others. If you are in a position to give credit to yourself, then you do not need it.