She was a thin, a thin burning flame, colorless yet fresh. Her smile came first slowly, shy and bold, as if all the life of that little body had gathered for a moment around her mouth and the rest of her was a wisp that the least wind would blow away. She was a changeling whose lips were the only point of contact with reality.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

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F. Scott Fitzgerald Quotes

What had seemed a melancholy happening, now seemed a tiresome anticlimax. HE was dressed at half past, so he sat down by the window; felt that the sinews of his heart were twisted somewhat more than he had thought. What an ironic mockery the morning seemed! – bright and sunny, and full of the smell of the garden...

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

Thoughts are Things; things that have a tendency to transform into our reality.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

ABout three-fourths of the whole business was for effect and therefore harmless, ended at the door of the cafe, soon enough for the five-o’clock train back to Yale or Princeton; about one-fourth continued on into the dimmer hours and gathered strange dust from strange places.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

At first there would be an American cast to the congress, almost Rotarian in its forms and ceremonies, then the closer-knit European vitality would fight through, and finally the Americans would play their trump card, the announcement of colossal gifts and endowments, of great new plants and training schools, and in the presence of the figures the Europeans would blanch and walk timidly.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

They made no love that day, but when he left her outside the sad door on the Zurichsee and she turned and looked at him he knew her problem was one they had together for good now.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

He was not even a Catholic, yet that was the only ghost of a code that he had, the gaudy, ritualistic, paradoxical Catholicism whose prophet was Chesterton, whose claqueurs were such reformed rakes of literature as Huysmans and Bourget, whose American sponsor was Ralph Adams Cram, with his adulation of thirteenth-century cathedrals – a Catholicism which Amory found convenient and ready-made, without priest or sacraments or sacrifice.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

It’s the whole thing,′ he asserted. ‘It’s the one dividing line between good and evil. I’ve never met a man who led a rotten life and didn’t have a weak will.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

I think that voice held him most with its fluctuating feverish warmth because it couldn’t be over-dreamed.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

To hold a man a woman has to appeal to the worst in him.” This sentence was the thesis of most of his bad nights, of which he felt this was to be one. His mind had already started to play variations on the subject. 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 for the loss of his youth – bitter calomel under the thin sugar of love’s exaltation.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

She could make fascinating and almost brilliant conversation out of the thinnest air that ever floated through a drawing-room.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

It was an extraordinary gift for hope, a romantic readiness such as I have never found in any other person and which it is not likely I shall ever find again.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

The odd thing is that I’m in love with you anyhow.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was him too, looking up and wondering.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

The truth was that Jay Gatsby, of West Egg, Long Island, sprang from his Platonic conception of himself. He was a son of God – a phrase which, if it means anything, means just that.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

For a while these reveries provided an outlet for his imagination; they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

I suppose he smiled at Cody – he had probably discovered that people liked him when he smiled.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

Amory was now eighteen years old, just under six feet tall and exceptionally, but not conventionally, handsome.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

His apprehension of splendor was fading so that presently the luxury of eternal mourning would depart.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

Her eyes met Rosemary’s but did not see her.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

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