I love New York on summer afternoons when everyone's away. There's something very sensuous about it - overripe, as if all sorts… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon? And the day after that, and the next thirty years? — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
The afternoon had made them tranquil for a while, as if to give them a deep memory for the long parting the… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon?” cried Daisy, “and the day after that, and the next thirty years?” — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
But with every word she was drawing further and further into herself, so he gave that up, and only the dead dream… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
And lastly from that period I remember riding in a taxi one afternoon between very tall buildings under a mauve and rosy… — 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
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
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
Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as happy -- one of those uneventful times that seem at the moment… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon,' cried Daisy, 'and the day after that, and the next thirty years?' 'Don't be morbid,'… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
He had waited five years and bought a mansion where he dispensed starlight to casual moths - so that he could 'come… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
When Vanity kissed Vanity, a hundred happy Junes ago, he pondered o'er her breathlessly, and, that all men might ever know, he… — 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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
I found something! Courage--just that; courage as a rule of life and something to cling to always. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“She plucked a twig and broke it, but she found no spring in it.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
