This is what I think now: that the natural state of the sentient adult is a qualified unhappiness. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“For Daisy was young and her artificial world was redolent of orchids and pleasant, cheerful snobbery and orchestras which set the rhythm… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the mirror of himself that he found in the gorgeous… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
The faces of most American women over thirty are relief maps of petulant and bewildered unhappiness. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Beauty and love pass, I know... Oh, there's sadness, too. I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“The sea, he thought, had treasured it's memories deeper than the faithless land.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“The natural state of the sentient adult is a qualified unhappiness.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“I only wanted absolute quiet to think out why I had developed a sad attitude toward sadness, a melancholy attitude toward melancholy… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“The tears coursed down her cheeks- not freely, however, for when they came into contact with her heavily beaded eyelashes they assumed… — 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
