Better let it all alone in the depths of her heart and the depths of the sea. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
I want to tell you about your heart— you've probably been neglecting your heart—and you don’t know. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
...I think he revalued everything in his house according to the measure of response it drew from her well-loved eyes. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Once in a while I go off on a spree and make a fool of myself, but I always come back, and… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
She was overstrained with grief and loneliness: almost any shoulder would have done as well. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“Though she thought of her body as a mass of frailties, she considered her soul quite as ill, and therefore important in… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“He wondered idly whether she was a poor conversationalist because she got no attention or got no attention because she was a… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
A stirring warmth flowed from her, as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
In the morning you were never violently sorry-- you made no resolutions, but if you had overdone it and your heart was… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“she took all the things of life for hers to choose from and apportion, as though she were continually picking out presents… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“This was because she knew few words and believed in none, and in the world she was rather silent, contributing just her… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
The failure and the success both believe in their hearts that they have accurately balanced points of view, the success because he's… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Writing is eternal, For therein the dead heart liveth, the clay-cold tongue is eloquent, And the quick eye of the reader is… — 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
There was no God in his heart, he knew; his ideas were still in riot; there was ever the pain of memory;… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
You've got to sell your heart, your strongest reactions, not the little minor things that only touch you lightly, the little experiences… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Beautiful things grow to a certain height and then they fail and fade off, breathing out memories as they decay. And just… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how much she wanted him. No matter what his past was,… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“The tears coursed down her cheeks - not freely, however, for when they came into contact with her heavily beaded eyelashes they… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
I’ve heard it said that Daisy’s murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
I like people and I like them to like me, but I wear my heart where God put it, on the inside. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
I carry the place around the world in my heart but sometimes I try to shake it off in my dreams — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
In a few days I'll have lived one score and three days in this vale of tears. On I plod-always bored, often… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Let me tell you about the very rich. They are different from you and me. They possess and enjoy early, and it… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
France was a land, England was a people, but America, having about it still that quality of the idea, was harder to… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams -- not through her own fault, but… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
She saw him the first day on board, and then her heart sank into her shoes as she realized at last how… — 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
