What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon? And the day after that, and the next thirty years? — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
The years between thirty-five and sixty-five revolve before the passive mind as one unexplained, confusing merry-go-round. True, they are a merry-go-round of… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
You said a bad driver was only safe until she met another bad driver? Well, I met another bad driver, didn't I?… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
I was thirty. Before me stretched the portentous, menacing road of a new decade. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Want any of this stuff? Jordan?... Nick?" I didn't answer. Nick?" he asked again. What?" Want any?" No... I just remembered that… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
It is in the twenties that the actual momentum of life begins to slacken, and it is a simple soul indeed to… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Eighteen might look at thirty-four through a rising mist of adolescence, but twenty-two would see thirty-eight with discerning clarity. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
As we passed over the dark bridge her wan face fell lazily against my coat's shoulder and the formidable stroke of thirty… — 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
You’re just the romantic age,” she continued- “fifty. Twenty-five is too worldly wise; thirty is apt to be pale from overwork; forty… — 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
I’m thirty,” I said. “I’m five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Thirty--the promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single men to know, a thinning brief-case of enthusiasm, thinning hair. — 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
