Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Sometimes I think that idlers seem to be a special class for whom nothing can be planned, plead as one will with… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Good manners are an admission that everybody is so tender that they have to be handled with gloves. Now, human respect—you don't… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Daisy began to sing with the music in a husky, rhythmic whisper, bringing out a meaning in each word that it had… — 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
I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Human sympathy has its limits, and we were contented to let all their tragic arguments fade with the city lights behind. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
These lights, this brightness, these clusters of human hope, of wild desire—I shall take these lights in my fingers. I shall make… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Understand now, I'm purely a fiction writer and do not profess to be an earnest student of political science, but I believe… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Isn't Hollywood a dump-in the human sense of the word. A hideous town, pointed up by the insulting gardens of its rich,… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
They were still in the happier stages of love. They were full of brave illusions about each other, tremendous illusions, so that… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit. Conduct may be founded… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart. — 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
