F. Scott Fitzgerald Quotes

The lawn and drive had been crowded with the faces of those who guessed at his corruption - and he had stood on those steps, concealing his incorruptible dream, as he waved them good-by.

She was incurably dishonest.

I think he revalued everything in his house according to the measure of response it drew from her well-loved eyes.

She saw him the first day on board, and then her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was, no matter what he had done. Which was not to say that she would ever let him know, but only that he moved her chemically more than anyone she had ever met, that all other men seemed pale beside him.

An artist is someone who can hold two opposing viewpoints and still remain fully functional.

There was a kindliness about intoxication - there was that indescribable gloss and glamour it gave, like the memories of ephemeral and faded evenings.

To be kind is more important than to be right. Many times, what people need is not a brilliant mind that speaks but a special heart that listens.

I’ve been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.

I'll never be a poet,' said Amory as he finished. 'I'm not enough of a sensualist really; there are only a few obvious things that I notice as primarily beautiful: women, spring evenings, music at night, the sea; I don't catch the subtle things like 'silver-snarling trumpets.' I may turn out an intellectual, but I'll never right anything but mediocre poetry.

What was the use of doing great things if I could have a better time telling her what I was going to do?

In 1913, when Anthony Patch was twenty-five, two years were already gone since irony, the Holy Ghost of this later day, had, theoretically at least, descended upon him.

It takes a genius to whine appealingly.

Her beautiful eyes and lips were very grave as she made her choice, and Anthony thought again how naive was her every gesture; she took all the things of life for hers to choose from and apportion, as though she were continually picking out presents for herself from an inexhaustible counter.

He was in love with every pretty woman he saw now, their forms at a distance, their shadows on the walls.

that voice was a deathless song.