F. Scott Fitzgerald Quotes

Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as happy — one of those uneventful times that seem at the moment only a link between past and future pleasure, but turn out to have been the pleasure itself.

You're the only girl I've seen for a long time that actually did look like something blooming.

She was dazzling — alight; it was agony to comprehend her beauty in a glance.

Youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.

Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth, but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered “Listen,” a promise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour.

I shall go on shining as a brilliantly meaningless figure in a meaningless world.

You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known — and even that is an understatement.

I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.

I don't ask you to love me always like this, but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside me there'll always be the person I am to-night.

You're not sorry to go, of course. With people like us our home is where we are not... No one person in the world is necessary to you or to me.

Great books write themselves, only bad books have to be written.

Life is much more successfully looked at from a single window.

Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice. — The Sensible Thing

Life is so damned hard, so damned hard... It just hurts people and hurts people, until finally it hurts them so that they can't be hurt ever any more. That's the last and worst thing it does.

She’s got an indiscreet voice,” I remarked. “It’s full of–” I hesitated.

“Her voice is full of money,” he said suddenly.

That was it. I’d never understood before. It was full of money–that was the inexhaustible charm that rose and fell in it, the jingle of it, the cymbals’ song of it.