Quotes from F. Scott Fitzgerald

Gillespie: And you haven't kissed me for two weeks. I had an idea that after a girl was kissed she was--was--on. Rosalind: Those days are over. I have to be won all over again every time you see me.

Then for a moment they faded into the sweet darkness so deep that they were darker than the darkness, so that for awhile they were darker than the black trees- then so dark that when she tried to look up at him she could but look at the wild waves of the universe over his shoulder and say, 'Yes, I guess I love you too.

Y así, con la luz del sol y la explosión espléndida de las hojas que crecían en los árboles como crecen las cosas en las películas a cámara rápida, tuve la certeza bien conocida de que la vida vuelve a empezar con el verano.

For a full minute, our bowels were one with the bowels of the earth--like some nightmare attempt to attach our naval cords again and jerk us back to the womb of creation. -Cecelia Brady describing the earthquake

We heard it from three people so it must be true

ToScottie March 11, 1939 p. 387- 388 And please do not leave good books half- finished, you spoil them for yourself...Don't be so lavish as to ruin masterpieces for yourself. There are not enough of them!

Como consecuencia me inclino a reservarme todos los juicios, un hábito que me ha abierto muchas naturalezas curiosas y me ha hecho víctima de no pocos veteranos aburridos.

He put his arms around her, enclosing her completely as if he didn't want even the intangible to escape.

But, of course, you've either got to amuse people or feed 'em or shock 'em. Marjorie had culled this from Oscar Wilde.

Elle a la voix pleine d'argent, dit-il soudain. C'était vrai. Je ne l'avais pas compris jusque-là. Pleine d'argent — d'où sa fascination, le charme envoûtant des modulations, ce cliquetis, ce frémissement de cymbales... Lointaine, en son palais de marbre, fille du Roi, princesse d'or...

And I had the high intention of reading many other books besides. I was rather literary in college — one year I wrote a series of very solemn and obvious editorials for the "Yale News."— and now I was going to bring back all such things into my life and become again that most limited of all specialists, the "well-rounded man." This isn't just an epigram — life is much more successfully looked at from a single window, after all.

So, for the shoddiness of needs, are shoes made out of last year's hide.

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.

I don't ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside me there'll always be the person I am to-night.

Rosalind: I wonder if you know you love me. Ryder [started]: What--Oh--you know you're remarkable! Rosalind: Because you know I'm an awful proposition. Anyone who marries me will have his hands full.

Il lui parlait, et ses phrases étaient comme de petites lettres qu'il lui aurait écrites, car, une fois qu'il les avait prononcées, elles mettaient un petit moment à l'atteindre.

Still - so many of the important times in life begin by seeming incidental.

And like most intellectuals who don't find faith convenient," he continued coldly, "like Napoleon and Oscar Wilde and the rest of your type, you'll yell loudly for a priest on your death-bed.

She won't marry him, but a girl doesn't have to marry a man to break his heart.

Let us learn to show our friendship for a man when he is alive and not after he is dead

As she crossed the threshold her face caught the room's last light and brought it outside with her.

He expressed his lack of principle by sweeping a seltzer bottle with a broad gesture to noisy extinction on the floor, but this did not interrupt his speech.

At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon, and when you are my age you will give out, as I do, the genial golden warmth of 4PM.

Oh, nothing--only I want sentiment, real sentiment--and I never find it.