Quotes About F. Scott Fitzgerald

The best work of literature to represent the American Dream is 'The Great Gatsby' by F. Scott Fitzgerald. It shows us how dreaming can be tainted by reality, and that if you don't compromise, you may suffer.

My first novel was called 'Betrayed by F. Scott Fitzgerald,' about the difficulties of graduating from college, the longing and mourning you feel when all your promise seems to float away.

I hope something happens. I'm restless as the devil and have a horror of getting fat or falling in love and growing domestic.

I am too much a moralist at heart, and really want to preach at people in some acceptable form, rather than entertain them.

It is not necessarily poverty of spirit that makes a woman surround herself with life—it can be a superabundance of interest...

Beauty is only to be admired, only to be loved - to be harvested carefully and then flung at a chosen lover like a gift of roses. It seems to me, so far as I can judge clearly at all, that my beauty would be used like that...

The bottle of whiskey - the second one - was now in constant demand by all present, excepting Catherine, who 'felt just as good on nothing at all.

It made no difference to me. Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply.

So my first impression, that he was a person of some undefined consequence, had gradually faded and he had become simply the proprietor of an elaborate road-house next door.

Life opened up in one if its amazing bursts of radiance and Amory suddenly and permanently rejected an old epigram that had been playing listlessly in his mind: 'Very few things matter and nothing matters very much.' On the contrary, Amory felt an immense desire to give people a sense of security.

The logic of the suggestion fitted gradually into Abe's pitch – he grew rather enthusiastic about being cared for, or rather about prolonging his state of irresponsibility.

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

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.

The immediate contingency overtook him, pulling him back from the edge of the theoretical abyss.

The instant her voice broke off ceasing to compel my attention, my belief, I felt the basic insincerity of what she had said.

I felt the basic insincerity of what she had said. It made me uneasy, as though the whole evening had been a trick of some sort to extract a contributory emotion from me.

Her eyes in the half-light suggested night and violets, and for a moment he stirred again to that half-forgotten remoteness of the afternoon.

she would never blame him for being the ineffectual idler so long as he did it sincerely, from the attitude that nothing much was worth doing

I was promoted to be a major, and every Allied government gave me a decoration—even Montenegro, little Montenegro down on the Adriatic Sea!

as in a muddled carnival crowd an inefficient pickpocket may consider his chances increased.

Standing in the station, with Paris in back of them, it seemed as if they were vicariously leaning a little over the ocean, already undergoing a sea-change, a shifting about of atoms to form the essential molecule of new people.

SHE: You're not sentimental? HE: No, I'm romantic—a sentimental person thinks things will last—a romantic person hopes against hope that they won't. Sentiment is emotional.

idea, you know, is that the sentimental person thinks things will last—the romantic person has a desperate confidence that they won't.

Silence! I am about to unburden myself of many memorable remarks reserved for the darkness of such earths and the brilliance of such skies.