“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
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you -- like music to the musician or Marxism to the Communist --… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“Some people, were born to sit by a river. Some get struck by lightning. Some have an ear for music. Some are… — 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
I'll never be a poet,' said Amory as he finished. 'I'm not enough of a sensualist really; there are only a few… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“His voice, with some faint Irish melody running through it, wooed the world, yet she felt the layer of hardness in him,… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“Here, Earth-born, over the lilt of the water, Lisping its music and bearing a burden of light, Bosoming day as a laughing… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“There was music from my neighbor's house through the summer nights. In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like… — 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
