Quotes from F. Scott Fitzgerald

she laughed with thrilling scorn. 'Sophisticated—God, I'm sophisticated!

She was in the middle thirties, and faintly stout, but she carried her surplus flesh sensuously as some women can.

Até hoje evito cometer grandes equívocos lembrando, como meu pai orgulhosamente sugeriu e eu orgulhosamente repito, que o senso fundamental de decência é distribuído de forma desigual no nascimento. E, após gabar-me assim da minha tolerância, devo confessar que ela tem limites. Um comportamento pode ser edificado na pedra ou nos pântanos mais lamacentos, mas a partir de certo ponto eu não me importo mais.

I know myself,' he cried, 'but that is all.

With the influence of a dress her personality had also undergone a change.

Don't be morbid,' Jordan said. 'Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.

Andava flertando com ideias rançosas, como se a vaidade física já não alimentasse seu coração despótico.

You're awfully good at sizing people up.' Amory denied this painfully. However, he sized up several people for her. Then they talked about hands. 'You've got awfully nice hands,' she said.

The late afternoon sky bloomed in the window for a moment like the blue honey of the Mediterranean - then the shrill voice of Mrs. McKee called me back into the room.

A good style simply doesn't form unless you absorb half a dozen top flight authors every year. Or rather it forms but, instead of being a subconscious amalgam of all that you have admired, it is simply a reflection of the last writer you have read, a watered-down journaleese.

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther.… And one fine morning—— So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

Is it a boy or a girl?' she asked delicately. 'That dog? That dog's a boy.' 'It's a bitch,' said Tom decisively. 'Here's your money. Go and buy ten more dogs with it.

I tried very hard to die, but I seemed to bear an enchanted life.

wherever people played polo and were rich together.

Isabella was quite stirred; she wound her handkerchief into a tight ball, and by the faint light that streamed over her, dropped it deliberately on the floor. Their hands touched for an instant, but neither spoke. Silences were becoming more frequent and more delicious.

she felt that she had learned something, though exactly what it was she did not know.

him the appearance of always leaning aggressively forward. Not

stared at it, like Kant at his church steeple, for half an hour.

Gatsby, he had a grand vision for his life since he was a boy. No amount of fire could ever challenge the fairy tale he had stored up in his heart

Not even the effeminate swank of his riding clothes could hide the enormous power of that body—

Tok? gilinim?si ? save be jokios paguodos, nepatenkint? saviraiškos troškim? ir jausm?, kad laikas nepaliaujamai, tuš?iai lekia pro šal?, palengvina tik ?sitikinimas, kad n?ra ko prarasti, nes visos pastangos ir laim?jimai taip pat bever?iai.

I keep it always full of interesting people, night and day. People who do interesting things. Celebrated people.

So he waited, listening for a moment loner to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter -tomorrow we will run faster, stetch out our arms further...And one fine morning-