Quotes from F. Scott Fitzgerald

BinecuvântaÈ›i sunt morÈ›ii peste care cade ploaia

He read the message again. He sat down on the bed, breathing and staring; thinking first the old selfish child's thought that comes with the death of a parent, how will it affect me now that the earliest and strongest of protections is gone?

Daisy began to sing with the music in a husky, rhythmic whisper, bringing out a meaning in each word that it had never had before and would never have again. When the melody rose her voice broke up sweetly, following it, in a way contralto voices have, and each change tipped out a little of her warm human magic upon the air.

We're getting old,' said Daisy. 'If we were young we'd rise and dance.

She had loved him always and just before she died, all unwilling and surprised, his tenderness had burst and surged forward and he had been in love with her. In love with Minna and death together--with the world in which she looked so alone that he wanted to go with her there.

It was October in 1913, midway in a week of pleasant days, with the sunshine loitering in the cross-streets and the atmosphere so languid as to seem weighted with ghostly falling leaves.

I don't want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again. Q.—Where

At the enchanted metropolitan twilight I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others — poor young clerks who loitered in front of windows waiting until it was time for a solitary restaurant dinner — young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.

I'll tell you God's truth." His right hand suddenly ordered divine retribution to stand by.

The thin tunes, holding lost times and future hopes in liaison, twisted upon the Valais night.

the snow of twenty-nine wasn't real snow. If you didn't want it to be snow, you just paid some money.

She's said to be very beautiful by people who ought to know.

And in the end, we were all just humans...drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.

Human sympathy has its limits, and we were content to let all their tragic arguments fade with the city lights behind.

Only as the local train shambled into the low-forested clayland of Westmoreland County, did he feel once more identified with his surroundings; at the station he saw a star he knew, and a cold moon bright over Chesapeake bay; he heard the rasping wheels of buckboards turning, the lovely fatuous voices, the sound of sluggish primeval rivers flowing softly under soft Indian names.

J'avais chaque soir le même coup au cÅ"ur. Des ombres se pressaient l'une contre l'autre au fond des voitures à l'arrêt, et des voix chantaient, et des rires saluaient de mystérieuses plaisanteries, et des points rouges de cigarettes soulignaient des gestes inexplicables. Je m'imaginais faire partie de ces gens-là, courant vers les mêmes plaisirs, partageant leur gaieté secrète, et je leur souhaitais d'être heureux.

I'm romantic—a sentimental person thinks things will last—a romantic person hopes against hope that they won't. Sentiment is emotional. SHE:

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. It faced--or seemed to face--the whole external world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor.

There was nothing to look at from under the tree except Gatsby's enormous house, so I stared at it, like Kant at his church steeple, for half an hour.

Sans encore être amoureux d'elle, j'ai éprouvé à son égard une sorte de tendre intérêt.

But women marry all their husbands' talents and naturally, afterwards, are not so impressed with them as they may keep up the pretense of being.

For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened—then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk. The

Where are you from? inquired Anthony. He knew, but beauty had rendered him thoughtless.

E assim avançámos rumo à morte, pela frescura do crepúsculo