Quotes from F. Scott Fitzgerald

Going to take a room at the Commodore, get into a hot bath and open a vein.

My family have been prominent, well-to-do people in this Middle Western city for three generations. The Carraways are something of a clan, and we have a tradition that we're descen

Eventually she had decided to marry for background, and the young pagan from Asheville had gone through a spiritual crisis, joined the Catholic Church, and was now--Monsignor Darcy.

Isabella had been for some time capable of very strong, if very transient emotions...

The despairing, dying autumn and our love--how well they harmonize!' said Eleanor sadly one day as they lay dripping by the water. 'The Indian summer of our hearts--' he ceased. 'Tell me,' she said finally, 'was she light or dark?' 'Light.' 'Was she more beautiful than I am?' 'I don't know,' said Amory shortly.

Vous m'avez dit qu'une conductrice imprudente ne risquait rien tant qu'elle ne rencontrait pas de conducteur imprudent. J'en ai rencontré un, vous ne croyez pas? Je veux dire que je me suis mise en danger en faisant une telle erreur de jugement. J'ai cru que vous étiez quelqu'un d'honnête, de loyal. J'ai cru que c'était là votre secret d'orgueil.

Old man and I had a long talk about the weather just now.

sou um dos poucos homens honestos que jamais conheci.

Désolé et furieux, encore amoureux d'elle, j'ai tourné le dos.

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.

road under Doctor Eckleburg's persistent stare.

He stretched out his had desperately as if to snatch only a wisp of air, to save a fragment of the spot that she (Daisy) had made lovely for him. But it was all going by too fast now for his blurred eyes and he knew that he had lost that part of it, the freshest and the best, forever.

O Gatsby acreditava na luz verde, no orgíaco futuro que, ano após ano, foge e recua diante de nós. Se hoje nos iludiu, pouco importa: amanhã correremos mais depressa, alongaremos mais os braços...Até que uma bela manhã... Assim vamos teimando, proas contra a corrente, incessantemente cortando as águas, a caminho do passado.

AMORY WRITES A POEM

I wasn't actually in love, but felt a sort of tender curiosity

He's so dumb he doesn't know he's alive. -Tom Buchanan, The Great Gatsby

Whenever you feel like criticizing any one... just remember that all the people in this world haven't had the advantages that you've had

Courage—just that; courage as a rule of life, and something to cling to always.

Tom et Daisy étaient deux êtres parfaitement insouciants — ils cassaient les objets, ils cassaient les humains, puis ils s'abritaient derrière leur argent, ou leur extrême insouciance, ou je-ne-sais-quoi qui les tenait ensemble, et ils laissent à d'autres le soin de nettoyer et de balayer les débris.

To hold a man a woman has to appeal to the worst in him.

He's so dumb he doesn't know he's alive. -Tom Buchanan

He made no self-accusations: never any more did he reproach himself for feelings that were natural and sincere. He accepted all his reactions as a part of him, unchangeable, unmoral.

You say that convention is all that really keeps you straight in this "woman proposition"; but it's more than that, Amory; it's the fear that what you begin you can't stop; you would run amuck, and I know whereof I speak; it's that half-miraculous sixth sense by which you detect evil, it's the half-realized fear of God in your heart.

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees - just as things grow in fast movies - I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer