Quotes from F. Scott Fitzgerald

to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther....And one fine morning-

He says unloved women have no biographies—they have histories. Anthony laughed again. Surely

I've got a streak of what you'd call cheapness. I don't know where I get it but it's—oh, things like this and bright colors and gaudy vulgarity. I seem to belong here. These people could appreciate me and take me for granted, and these men would fall in love with me and admire me, whereas the clever men I meet would just analyze me and tell me I'm this because of this or that because of that.

He was thinking that the young years behind him, hollow and colourful, had been lived in facile and vacillating cynicism upon the recorded emotions of men long dust.

I've always looked on criticism as a sort of envious tribute.

What's death to me is just a lot of words to you. You put em' together so pretty.

The trouble is that sometimes she gets foolish ideas in her head and doesn't know what she's doing.

It's essentially cleaner to be corrupt and rich than it is to be innocent and poor.

we are seldom sorry for those who need and crave our pity—we reserve this for those who, by other means, make us exercise the abstract function of pity.

A precocious mistress of the long look, the sustained smile, the private voice and the delicate touch, devices of generations

They were careless people...they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made....

If truth is the end of life happiness is a mode of it, to be cherished in its brief and tremulous moment.

Nevertheless, his very superiority kept him from being a success in college--the independence was mistaken for egotism, and the refusal to accept Yale standards with the proper awe seemed to belittle all those who had.

I'm romantic - a sentimental person thinks things will last - a romantic person hopes against hope that they won't.

You intoxicated me. It was just as though you were making me love you by some invisible force.

Durante un tiempo estos sueños fueron un escape para su imaginación; le daban una idea satisfactoria de la irrealidad de la realidad, una promesa de que el peñón del mundo estaba asentado de manera firme en el ala de un hada.

Intelligence is little more than a short foot-rule by which we measure the infinite achievements of Circumstances.

Her face, the face of a saint, a viking Madonna, shone through the faint motes that snowed across the candlelight, drew down its flush from the wine-colored lanterns in the pine. She was still as still.

I do, she protested; I want to stand on the street corner like a sandwich man, informing all the passers-by.

There was so much to read, for one thing, and so much fine health to be pulled down out of the young breath-giving air.

Anything can happen now that we've slid over this bridge, anything at all...

We drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.

It was dawn now on Long Island and we went about opening the rest of the windows downstairs, filling the house with gray-turning, gold-turning light. The Shadow of a tree fell abruptly across the dew and ghostly birds began to sing among the blue leaves. There was a slow, pleasant movement in the air, scarcely a wind, promising a cool, lovely day.

he told me all the things he liked to THINK he thought in the misty past.