Descriptive Quote by F Scott Fitzgerald Download Open image ““As she expanded the room grew smaller around her. (27)”” — F Scott Fitzgerald ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.8 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare Descriptive
“She ran out of space for her libary some time ago, but instead of making the room larger she has opted to let the… — Erin Morgenstern Copy Share Image
“Her voice was small and distant, like she’d already left the room.” — Steven Ramirez Copy Share Image
“She is insolently grown-up for her size. I suspect the influence of unsupervised reading.” — Clare Boylan Copy Share Image
“Her room felt wonderful to her, as usual. She looked around with satisfaction… She imagined to herself that she would always live this way,… — Louise Fitzhugh Copy Share Image
“Then she set it aside. (She set everything aside. There was some hollow place inside her that few and grew.)” — Genevieve Valentine Copy Share Image
“Rather than feel small, however, in this arena she felt part of something much bigger than herself. This gave her both a sense of… — Mary Alice Monroe Copy Share Image
“approached alone, the hallway too small, the rooms too tightly bunched” — Lisa Gardner Copy Share Image
“When I was young, I think so big; but when I grow up I think smaller.” — Rangsey Heng (ផលព្រឹក្ស Copy Share Image
“Sizewise, she's always been just smaller than me. But I think of her and I feel like she's as big as the world.” — Patrick Ness Copy Share Image
“I had a woman up here last week to look at my feet, and when she gave me the bill you'd of thought she… — F Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“Whenever you feel like criticising any one, just remember that all of the people in the world haven't had the advantages that you've had.” — F Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Writers aren't exactly people...they're a whole lot of people trying to be one person. — F Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“He was wondering at the unreality of ideas, at the fading radiance of existence, and at the little absorptions that were creeping avidly into… — F Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
An author ought to write for the youth of his own generation, the critics of the next, and the schoolmaster of ever afterwards.An author… — F Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“the room had grown smothery. He wanted to be out in some cool and bitter breeze, miles above the cities, and to live serene… — F Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
I love her and that's the beginning of everything. - F. Scott Fitzgerald — F Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“this midnight my desire will see, shadowed among the embers, furled in flame, the splendor and the sadness of the world” — F Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Family quarrels are bitter things. They don't go by any rules. They're not like aches or wounds; they're more like splits in the skin… — F Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“Although yoga has its origins in ancient India, its methods and purposes are universal, relying not on cultural background, faith or deity, but simply… — Tara Fraser Copy Share Image
“Nightfall was approaching, the light pouring away past the world’s horizon in a gradually darkening cascade.” — Obie Williams Copy Share Image
I think every writer has a book that haunts them, and on some level, every book you write is a reaction to it. 'Lolita'… — Marisha Pessl Copy Share Image
“The tree feels splintery, nasty to my touch; it feels Floridian, more reptile than vegetable, more stucco than stone. I do loathe this state,… — Allan Gurganus Copy Share Image
“Her long platinum blond hair fell in loose waves past her shoulders, with a few black peekaboo strands. She wore a black minidress and… — Jamie McGuire Copy Share Image
“Sai stands in his spineless way, young but antiquated, studious but not clever, a thick steel watch on his wrist, his oiled black hair… — Manu Jospeh Copy Share Image
“The words came so fast they seemed to roll down hill. Nobody ever calls it all that; it's just spring wheat, but I like… — Mildred Walker Copy Share Image
I wouldn't call myself a synaesthete in the sense that Nabokov was. But I'll talk about a sound as being cold blue or dark… — Brian Eno Copy Share Image
“The schools wear the blank faces of war buildings, their windows blown blind by rocks or guns or mortars. Their plaster is an acne… — Alexandra Fuller Copy Share Image
“The trees were like black skeletons reaching to the sky, pleading with their bony arms for the sun to get stronger.” — J.R. Ward Copy Share Image
“Now here he was: sartorially, facially and interpersonally sharpened; every inch the beatific boffin.” — Sam Byers Copy Share Image
“*You are not yet in the Emerald Dream. First, you must remove your earthly shell...* the voice in his head instructed. *As you reach… — Richard A. Knaak Copy Share Image
