Then there came a faraway, booming voice like a low, clear bell. It came from the center of the bowl and down… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
I'll never be a poet,' said Amory as he finished. 'I'm not enough of a sensualist really; there are only a few… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Later she remembered all the hours of the afternoon as happy -- one of those uneventful times that seem at the moment… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Your first most typical figure in any new place turns out to be a bluff or a local nuisance. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
I may turn out an intellectual, but I'll never write anything but mediocre poetry. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
The extraordinary thing is not that people in a lifetime turn out worse or better than we had prophesied; particularly in America… — 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
