And he could not tell why the struggle was worthwhile, why he had determined to use the utmost himself and his heritage… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
...the test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
One should, for example, be able to see that things are hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
One should . . . be able to see things as hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
A man's social rank is determined by the amount of bread he eats in a sandwich. — 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
“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
