Quotes from F Scott Fitzgerald
It is in the thirties that we want friends. In the forties we know they won't save us any more than love did.
- F Scott Fitzgerald
I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.
- F Scott Fitzgerald
It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey.
- F Scott Fitzgerald
I noticed that she wore her evening dress, all her dresses, like sports clothes-there was a jauntiness about her movements as if she had first learned to walk upon a golf course on clean, crisp, mornings.
- F Scott Fitzgerald
If we could only learn to look on evil as evil, whether it's clothed in filth or monotony or magnificence.
- F Scott Fitzgerald
I'm merely trying to give you the sort of argument that would appeal to your intelligence.
- F Scott Fitzgerald
Talk English to me, Tommy. Parlez francais avec moi, Nicole. But the meanings are different-- in French you can be heroic and gallant with dignity, and you know it. But in English you can't be heroic and gallant without being a little absurd, and you know that too.
- F Scott Fitzgerald
A man does not recover from such jolts-- he becomes a different person and, eventually, the new person finds new things to care about.
- F Scott Fitzgerald
There was a midsummer restlessness abroad—early August with imprudent loves and impulsive crimes.
- F Scott Fitzgerald
Then she added in a sort of childish delight: 'We'll be poor, won't we? Like people in books. And I'll be an orphan and utterly free. Free and poor! What fun!' She stopped and raised her lips to him in a delighted kiss. 'It's impossible to be both together,' said John grimly. 'People have found that out. And I should choose to be free as preferable of the two...
- F Scott Fitzgerald
He had angered Providence by resisting too many temptations. There was nothing left but heaven, where he would meet only those who, like him, had wasted earth.
- F Scott Fitzgerald
The first lights of the evening were springing into pale existence. The Ferris wheel, pricked out now in lights, revolved leisurely through the dusk; a few empty cars of the roller coaster rattled overhead.
- F Scott Fitzgerald