Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth, but there was an… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
He was going to live in New York, and be known at every restaurant and café, wearing a dress suit from early… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
I don't think he was ever happy unless someone was in love with him, responding to him like filings to a magnet,… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
What was it up there in the song that seemed to be calling her back inside? What would happen now in the… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
His was a great sin who first invented consciousness. Let us lose it for a few hours. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as happy -- one of those uneventful times that seem at the moment… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Happiness, remarked Maury Noble one day, is only the first hour after the alleviation of some especially intense misery. — 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
