His hand took hold of hers, and as she said something low in his ear he turned toward her with a rush… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
...one emotion after another crept into her face like objects into a slowly developing picture. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
It was too late - everything was too late. For years now he had dreamed the world away, basing his decisions upon… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
I had a strong sudden instinct that I must be alone. I didn’t want to see any people at all. I had… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Then a strange thing happened. She turned to him and smiled, and as he saw her smile every rag of anger and… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Find the key emotion; this may be all you need know to find your short story. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
In short, you have only your emotions to sell. This is the experience of all writers. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Nicole's world had fallen to pieces, but it was only a flimsy and scarcely created world; beneath it her emotions and instincts… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
You've got to sell your heart, your strongest reactions, not the little minor things that only touch you lightly, the little experiences… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
i'm a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
I have asked a lot of my emotions-one hundred and twenty stories. The price was high, right up with Kipling, because there… — 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
