I was haunted always by my other life-my drab room in the Bronx, my square foot of the subway, my fixation upon… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
The past--the wild charge at the head of his men up San Juan Hill; the first years of his marriage when he… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Human sympathy has its limits, and we were contented to let all their tragic arguments fade with the city lights behind. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Over the great bridge, with the sunlight through the girders making a constant flicker upon the moving cars, with the city rising… — 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
