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 Copy Share Image
She was overstrained with grief and loneliness: almost any shoulder would have done as well. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Receding from grief, it seems necessary to retrace the same steps that brought us there. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“After slipping on a negligee and making herself comfortable on the lounge, she became conscious that she was miserable and that the… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
I'm inclined to reserve all judgement, a habit that has opened up many curious natures to me and made me the victim… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
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 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
