Quotes About F. Scott Fitzgerald

They were still in the happier stage of love. They were full of brave illusions about each other, tremendous illusions, so that the communion of self with self seemed to be on a plane where no other human relations mattered. They both seemed to have arrived there with an extraordinary innocence as though a series of pure accidents had driven them together, so many accidents that at last they were forced to conclude that they were for each other.

it's the paternal instinct, Amory—celibacy goes deeper than the flesh. . . .

my yacht. I don't mind going for a coupla hours' cruise. I'll even lend you that book so you'll have something to read on the revenue

They're a rotten crowd," I shouted across the lawn. "You're worth the whole damn bunch put together.

It was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness which I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I will ever find again.

Detesto a la gente descuidada. Por eso me gustas tú. Sus ojos grises entrecerrados debido a la luz miraban hacia el frente, pero de manera deliberada ella había cambiado nuestras relaciones, y por un momento pensé que la amaba.

So she dances around the room to a tune from down-stairs, her arms outstretched to an imaginary partner, the cigarette waving in her hand.)

Amory felt an immense desire to give people a sense of security.

The lights of many battleships drifting like water jewels upon the dark Hudson...

Anyhow, he gives large parties," said Jordan, changing the subject with an urban distaste for the concrete. "And I like large parties. They're so intimate. At small parties there isn't any privacy.

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

It was Dick's car, a Renault so dwarfish

Communism as I see it has no place in the United States, and the American people will not stand for its teachings.

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

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

epigram, than which, if one is content with ostensible

I've just finished a book of his, 'The Picture of Dorian Gray,' and I certainly wish you'd read it. You'd like it.

The afternoon waned from the purging good of three o'clock to the golden beauty of four. Afterward he walked through the dull ache of a setting sun when even the clouds seemed bleeding...

To hold a man a woman has to appeal to the worst in him. This sentence was the thesis of most of his bad nights, of which he felt this was to be one. His mind had already started to play variations on the subject. Tireless passion, fierce jealousy, longing to possess and crush - these alone were left of all his love for Rosalind; these remained to him as payment for the loss of his youth - bitter calomel under the thin sugar of love's exaltation.

Making a great television show is hard enough. To also tackle F. Scott - whoa.

humorous writing, the exclamation mark is the equivalent of canned laughter (F. Scott Fitzgerald – that well-known knockabout gag-man – said it was like laughing at your own jokes)

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

I worship F. Scott Fitzgerald and I love his writing.

I read a lot of F. Scott Fitzgerald. I love 'Tender is the Night,' and its atmosphere of doomed romance. He was one of the greatest prose stylists, with a wonderfully clear but lyrical quality.