Flower Quotes by F. Scott Fitzgerald

There's so much spring in the air- there's so much lazy sweetness in your heart.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

She wanted to exist only as a conscious flower, prolonging and preserving herself

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

That familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

“Life begins again when it gets crisp in the fall.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

“It was midsummer, but fresh water from the gasping sprinklers made the lawn glitter like spring.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

Her body calculated to a millimeter to suggest a bud yet guarantee a flower.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

“Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April.…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

“I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses—”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

“He broke off and began to walk u and down a desolate path of fruit rinds and discarded favors and crushed flowers.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

“the snow of twenty-nine wasn't real snow. If you didn't want it to be snow, you just paid some money.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

“Summer has no day,' she said. 'We can't possibly have a summer love. So many people have tried that the name's become…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

“She would be twenty-nine in February. The month assumed an ominous and inescapable significance—making her wonder, through these nebulous half-fevered hours whether…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

“That's my Middle West - not the wheat or the prairies or the lost Swede towns, but the thrilling returning trains of…

— 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

“On either side the fields were beneficently tranquil; the space through which the cavalcade moved was high and limitless. In the country…

— 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

Amory took to writing poetry on spring afternoons, in the gardens of the big estates near Princeton, while swans made effective atmosphere…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

“That's my middle-west - not the wheat or the prairies or the lost Swede towns but the thrilling, returning trains of my…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy’s white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

“That's my Middle West-not the wheat or the prairies or the lost Swede towns, but the thrilling returning trains of my youth,…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

taking her hand he led her out into a broad stretch of hard sandy soil that the moon flooded with great splendor.…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

When we pulled out into the winter night and the real snow, our snow, began to stretch out beside us and twinkle…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

“There was a ripe mystery about it, a hint of bedrooms upstairs more beautiful and cool than other bedrooms, of gay and…

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

“There was a midsummer restlessness abroad—early August with imprudent loves and impulsive crimes.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

“At his lips’ touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

“I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald