There's so much spring in the air- there's so much lazy sweetness in your heart. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
But he hated to be sober. It made him conscious of the people around him, of that air of struggle, of greedy… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
So when the blue smoke of brittle leaves was in the air and the wind blew the wet laundry stiff on the… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
They weren't happy, and neither of them had touched the chicken or the ale---and yet they weren't unhappy either. There was an… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
The bar is in full swing, and floating rounds of cocktails permeate the garden outside, until the air is alivewith chatter and… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
She had an air of seeming to wait, as if for a man to get through with something more important than herself,… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
But he hated to be sober. It made him conscious of the people around him, of that air of struggle, of greedy… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Amory wondered how people could fail to notice that he was a boy marked for glory, and when faces of the throng… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
A sudden gust of rain blew over them and then another - as if small liquid clouds were bouncing along the land.… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
He snatched out his hand desperately as if to snatch only a wisp of air, to save a fragment of the spot… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Daisy began to sing with the music in a husky, rhythmic whisper, bringing out a meaning in each word that it had… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
This is a valley of ashes--a fantastic farm where ashes grow like wheat into ridges and hills and grotesque gardens; where ashes… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“Through all he said, even through his appalling sentimentality, i was reminded of something - an elusive rhythm, a fragment of lost… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living… — 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
New York had all the iridescence of the beginning of the world. The returning troops marched up Fifth Avenue and girls were… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Many nights he lay there dreaming awake of secret cafés in Mont Marte, where ivory women delved in romantic mysteries with diplomats… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
It was dawn now on Long Island and we went about opening the rest of the windows downstairs, filling the house with… — 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
