The greatest profound pain is cased by, and is the result of our own illusions, fantasies and dreams. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
She smiled at him, making sure that the smile gathered up everything inside her and directed it toward him, making him a… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
In short, you have only your emotions to sell. This is the experience of all writers. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
And it occurred to me that there was no difference between men, in intelligence or race, so profound as the difference between… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
I was enjoying myself now. I had taken two finger bowls of champagne and the scene had changed before my eyes into… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
To a profound pessimist about life, being in danger is not depressing. — 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
