Quotes from F. Scott Fitzgerald

Action is Character.

No one person in the world is necessary to you or to me.

When I see a beautiful shell like that I can't help feeling a regret about what's inside it.

I don't like girls in the daytime,' he said shortly, and then thinking this a bit abrupt, he added: 'But I like you.' He cleared his throat. 'I like you first and second and third.

You are mine-you know you're mine! he cried wildly...the moonlight twisted in through the vines and listened...the fireflies hung upon their whispers as if to win his glance from the glory of their eyes.

Celibacy goes deeper than the flesh.

She was incurably dishonest.

It's all life is. Just going 'round kissing people.

Your photograph is all I have: it is with me from the morning when I wake up with a frantic half dream about you to the last moment when I think of you and of death at night.

He had seen me several times, and had intended to call on me long before, but a peculiar combination of circumstances had prevented it.

I was alone again in the unquiet darkness.

What do you think of that? It's stopped raining. I'm glad Jay. Her throat, full of aching, grieving beauty, told only of her unexpected joy.

But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot.

The world only exists in your eyes-- your conception of it. You can make it as big or as small as you want to. And you're trying to be a little puny individual. By God, if I ever cracked, I'd try to make the world crack with me.

Kiss me now, love me now.

I'll drink your champagne. I'll drink every drop of it, I don't care if it kills me.

No one should live beyond 30

It happens that I want you, and so I just haven't room for any other desires.

the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions.

THE VOICE: (to BEAUTY) Your life on earth will be, as always, the interval between two significant glances in a mundane mirror.

Who would not be pleased at carrying lamps helpfully through the darkness?

They're a rotten lot, I shouted, across the lawn. You're worth the whole damn bunch put together.

As he took her hand she saw him look her over from head to foot, a gesture she recognized and that made her feel at home, but gave her always a faint feeling of superiority to whoever made it. If her person was property she could exercise whatever advantage was inherent in its ownership.

There used to be two kinds of kisses: First when girls were kissed and deserted; second, when they were engaged. Now there's a third kind, where the man is kissed and deserted. If Mr. Jones of the nineties bragged he'd kissed a girl, everyone knew he was through with her. If Mr. Jones of 1919 brags the same, everyone knows it's because he can't kiss her any more. Given a decent start any girl can beat a man nowadays.