He snatched out his hand desperately as if to snatch only a wisp of air, to save a fragment of the spot… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Writing is eternal, For therein the dead heart liveth, the clay-cold tongue is eloquent, And the quick eye of the reader is… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
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
all the time something within her was crying for a decision. She wanted her life shaped now, immediately — and the decision… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Scratch a Yale man with both hands and you'll be lucky to find a coast-guard. Usually you find nothing at all. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
They were still in the happier stage of love. They were full of brave illusions about each other, tremendous illusions, so that… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Ernest [Hemmingway] was always ready to lend a helping hand to the one on the rung above him. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Things are sweeter when they're lost. I know--because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
When Eleanor's arm touched his he felt his hands grow cold with deadly fear lest he should lose the shadow brush with… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Don't be so anxious about it,' she laughed. 'I'm not used to being loved. I wouldn't know what to do; I never… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
I love New York on summer afternoons when everyone's away. There's something very sensuous about it - overripe, as if all sorts… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
As we passed over the dark bridge her wan face fell lazily against my coat's shoulder and the formidable stroke of thirty… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Can't repeat the past?" he cried incredulously. "Why of course you can!" He looked around him wildly, as if the past were… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
What a wonderful song, she thought-everything was wonderful tonight, most of all this romantic scene in the den with their hands clinging… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
As he took her hand she saw him look her over from head to foot, a gesture she recognized and that made… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
I must hold in balance the sense of the futility of effort and the sense of the necessity to struggle; the conviction… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
She admired him; she was used to clutching her hands together in his wake and heaving audible sighs. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“Their hands touched for an instant, but neither spoke. Silences were becoming more frequent and more delicious.” — 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