The greatest profound pain is cased by, and is the result of our own illusions, fantasies and dreams. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Sometimes it is harder to deprive oneself of a pain than of a pleasure. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“The fire blazing in her dark and injured heart seemed to glow around her like a flame.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Sometimes it is harder to deprive oneself of a pain than of a pleasure and the memory so possessed him that for… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
There was no God in his heart, he knew; his ideas were still in riot; there was ever the pain of memory;… — 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
