That familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
There's so much spring in the air- there's so much lazy sweetness in your heart. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
She wanted to exist only as a conscious flower, prolonging and preserving herself — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“It was midsummer, but fresh water from the gasping sprinklers made the lawn glitter like spring.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April.… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses—” — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“He broke off and began to walk u and down a desolate path of fruit rinds and discarded favors and crushed flowers.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“the snow of twenty-nine wasn't real snow. If you didn't want it to be snow, you just paid some money.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“Summer has no day,' she said. 'We can't possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name's become… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“She would be twenty-nine in February. The month assumed an ominous and inescapable significance—making her wonder, through these nebulous half-fevered hours whether… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Long afterward Amory thought of sophomore spring as the happiest time of his life. His ideas were in tune with life as… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Amory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens of the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“That's my middle-west - not the wheat or the prairies or the lost Swede towns but the thrilling, returning trains of my… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
We can't possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name's become proverbial. Summer is only the unfulfilled… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“That's my Middle West - not the wheat or the prairies or the lost Swede towns, but the thrilling returning trains of… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“On either side the fields were beneficently tranquil; the space through which the cavalcade moved was high and limitless. In the country… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
taking her hand he led her out into a broad stretch of hard sandy soil that the moon flooded with great splendor.… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
When we pulled out into the winter night and the real snow, our snow, began to stretch out beside us and twinkle… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy’s white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“That's my Middle West-not the wheat or the prairies or the lost Swede towns, but the thrilling returning trains of my youth,… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“There was a ripe mystery about it, a hint of bedrooms upstairs more beautiful and cool than other bedrooms, of gay and… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“There was a midsummer restlessness abroad—early August with imprudent loves and impulsive crimes.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“At his lips’ touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Her body calculated to a millimeter to suggest a bud yet guarantee a flower. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“His dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share
“There was a ripe mystery about it, a hint of bedrooms upstairs more beautiful and cool than other bedrooms, of gay and radiant activities… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share
I want you to take a red-hot bath as hot as you can bear it, and just relax your nerves. You can read in… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share
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… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share
I found something! Courage--just that; courage as a rule of life and something to cling to always. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share
“Another dawn flung itself across the river; a belated taxi hurried along the street, its lamps still shining like burning eyes in a face… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share
“I'm one of those people who go through the world giving other people thrills but getting few myself except those I read into men… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share
The Montana sunset lay between the mountains like a giant bruise from which darkened arteries spread across a poisoned sky. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share
“He was good looking, "sort of distinguished when he wants to be", had a line, and was properly inconstant. In fact, he summed up… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share
What are you going to do? "Can't say - run for president, write -" "Greenwich Village?" "Good heavens, no - I said write -… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share
“The latter was considered a good fellow and a fine leader, until a year later, when he disappeared with a mess fund of eleven… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share
“It eluded us then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . . And then one fine… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share
