Dream Quotes by F. Scott Fitzgerald

“Breathing dreams like air”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

“Youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

I used to build dreams about you.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

“His dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

It seemed that the only lover she had ever wanted was a lover in a dream.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

The greatest profound pain is cased by, and is the result of our own illusions, fantasies and dreams.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

I carry the place around the world in my heart but sometimes I try to shake it off in my dreams

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

Everybody's youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

It was always the becoming he dreamed of, never the being.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

I never noticed the stars before. I always thought of them as great big diamonds that belonged to some one. Now they…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

“Your photograph is all I have: it is with me from the morning when I wake up with a frantic half dream…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

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

“Most of all she wanted him to know how she loved him, now that the fact was upsetting everything, now that she…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

“Oh, sleep that dreams, and dream that never tires, press from the petals of the lotus flower something of this to keep,…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

This is the beauty I want. Beauty has got to be astonishing, astounding-- it's got to burst in on you like a…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

“Always, after he was in bed, there were voices - indefinite, fading, enchanting - just outside his window, and before he fell…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

All she wanted was to be a little girl, to be efficiently taken care of by some yielding yet superior power, stupider…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

“Sleep - real sleep, the dear, the cherished one, the lullaby. So deep and warm the bed and the pillow enfolding me,…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

We can't possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name's become proverbial. Summer is only the unfulfilled…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

They seemed nearer, not only mentally, but physically when they read ... Their chance was to make everything fine and finished and…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

I thought of Gatsby's wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy's dock. He had come…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

He wanted to care, and he could not care. For he had gone away and he could never go back anymore. The…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

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

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

They always believe that 'things are in a bad way now,' but they 'haven't any faith in these idealists.' One minute they…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

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

“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

He found himself remembering how on one summer morning they two had started from New York in search of happiness. They had…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

It was a grey day, that least fleshly of all weathers; a day of dreams and far hopes and clear visions. It…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

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

There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams -- not through her own fault, but…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

Then there came a faraway, booming voice like a low, clear bell. It came from the center of the bowl and down…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

This unlikely story begins on a sea that was a blue dream, as colorful as blue-silk stockings, and beneath a sky as…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

Travel, which had once charmed him, seemed, at length, unendurable, a business of color without substance, a phantom chase after his own…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

...for a moment people set down their glasses in county clubs and speak-easies and thought of their old best dreams.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

His dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

“He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

This is perhaps the best feeling in the world. I love going to sleep at night and wondering what weird and wonderful…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald