For years afterwards when Amory thought of Eleanor he seemed still to hear the wind sobbing around him and sending little chills… — 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
I can’t exactly describe how I feel but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me cold. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
When you're older you'll know what people who love suffer. The agony. It's better to be cold and young than to love.… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
When Eleanor's arm touched his he felt his hands grow cold with deadly fear lest he should lose the shadow brush with… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Sometimes I wish I'd went through those good times stone cold sober so I could remember everything," he said, "but then again,… — 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
