What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon? And the day after that, and the next thirty years? — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
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
The afternoon had made them tranquil for a while, as if to give them a deep memory for the long parting the… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
My idea is always to reach my generation. The wise writer writes for the youth of his own generation, the critics of… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
A classic,' suggested Anthony, 'is a successful book that has survived the reaction of the next period or generation. Then it's safe,… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
We haven’t met for many years, said Daisy, her voice as matter-of-fact as it could ever be. "Five years next November." The… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
An author ought to write for the youth of his own generation, the critics of the next, and the schoolmaster of ever… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Love is fragile -- she was thinking -- but perhaps the pieces are saved, the things that hovered on lips, that might… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon,' cried Daisy, 'and the day after that, and the next thirty years?' 'Don't be morbid,'… — 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
