F. Scott Fitzgerald Quotes

She smiled, a moving childish smile that was like all the lost youth in the world.

I was too absorbed to be responsive

His dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him.

I had traded the fight against love for the fight against loneliness, the fight against life for the fight against death.

This unlikely story begins on a sea that was a blue dream, as colorful as blue-silk stockings, and beneath a sky as blue as the irises of children's eyes.

Human sympathy has its limits, and we were contented to let all their tragic arguments fade with the city lights behind.

If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about...like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees.

His was a great sin who first invented consciousness. Let us lose it for a few hours.(From: A Diamond As Big as The Ritz)

Writers aren’t people exactly. Or, if they’re any good, they’re a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person.

It takes two to make an accident.

Human sympathy has its limits.

Then a strange thing happened. She turned to him and smiled, and as he saw her smile every rag of anger and hurt vanity dropped form him - as though his very moods were but the outer ripples of her own, as though emotion rose no longer in his breast unless she saw fit to pull an omnipotent controlling thread.

So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness.

Is your underwear purple, too?

"What are you going to do?

"Can't say - run for president, write -"

"Greenwich Village?"

"Good heavens, no - I said write - not drink.