Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth, but there was an… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
His hand took hold of hers, and as she said something low in his ear he turned toward her with a rush… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
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
Daisy began to sing with the music in a husky, rhythmic whisper, bringing out a meaning in each word that it had… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
But with every word she was drawing further and further into herself, so he gave that up, and only the dead dream… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
She’s got an indiscreet voice,” I remarked. “It’s full of-“ I hesitated. “Her voice is full of money,” he said suddenly. That… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
We want to believe. Young students try to believe in older authors, constituents try to believe in their Congressmen, countries try to… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
We haven’t met for many years, said Daisy, her voice as matter-of-fact as it could ever be. "Five years next November." The… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Of all natural forces, vitality is the incommunicable one. . . . Vitality never "takes." You have it or you haven't it,… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
THE VOICE: (to BEAUTY) Your life on earth will be, as always, the interval between two significant glances in a mundane mirror. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
The sun had gone down behind the tall apartments of the movie stars in the West Fifties, and the unclear voices of… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Your life on earth will be, as always, the interval between two significant glances in a mundane mirror. — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
For a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain. — 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
