She admired him; she was used to clutching her hands together in his wake and heaving audible sighs. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
he used to think that he wanted to be good, he wanted to be kind, he wanted to be brave and wise,… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Beauty is only to be admired, only to be loved - to be harvested carefully and then flung at a chosen lover… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
There used to be two kinds of kisses: First when girls were kissed and deserted; second, when they were engaged. Now there's… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Don't be so anxious about it,' she laughed. 'I'm not used to being loved. I wouldn't know what to do; I never… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
He was resentful against all those in authority over him, and this, combined with a lazy indifference toward his work, exasperated every… — 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
