Quotes from F. Scott Fitzgerald

She knew what he wanted, and gave it to him; not words, but a smile of warmth and delight — a smile that said, "I'm yours for the asking; I'm won." It was not a smile that undervalued herself, because through its beauty it spoke for both of them, expressed all the potential joy that existed between them.

C'mon, Amory. Your romance is over You don't know how true you spoke. No idea. 'At's the whole trouble

The strongest should come first in comedy because once a character is really established as funny everything he does is funny.

I told him. And as I walked on I was lonely no longer. I was a guide, a pathfinder, an original settler. He had casually conferred on me the freedom of the neighborhood.

With the awakening of his emotions, his first perception was a sense of futility, a dull ache at the utter grayness of his life.

This is what I think now; that the natural state of the sentient adult is a qualified unhappiness. I think also that in an adult the desire to be finer in grain than you are, a constant striving (as those people say who gain their bread by saying it) only adds to this unhappiness in the end--that end that comes to our youth and hope.

Then she was in the air, and Carlyle involuntarily held his breath. He had not realized that the dive was nearly forty feet. It seemed an eternity before he heard the swift compact sound as she reached the sea. And it was with his glad sigh of relief when her light watery laughter curled up the side of the cliff and into his anxious ears that he knew he loved her.

I hope you live a life you're proud of. And if you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.

Writers aren't exactly people, they're a bunch of people trying to be one person.

I don't care about truth. I want some happiness.

Gloria had lulled his mind to sleep. She, who seemed of all women the wisest and the finest, hung like a brilliant curtain across his doorways, shutting out the light of the sun. In those first years what he believed bore invariably the stamp of Gloria; he saw the sun always through the pattern of the curtain.

Then I grew up, and the beauty of succulent illusions fell away from me. The fibre of my mind coarsened and my eyes grew miserably keen. Life rose around my island like a sea, and presently I was swimming.

There had been something in the details he had chosen to describe that made her cry herself asleep that night, for the kitten, for Anthony for herself, for the pain and bitterness and cruelty of all the world.

And then, she continued, there are all the subtle reformers who tell you the wild stories they've heard about you and how they've been sticking up for you.

don't understand why people think that every young man ought to go down-town and work ten hours a day for the best twenty years of his life at dull, unimaginative work

She plucked a twig and broke it, but she found no spring in it.

I'm glad it's a girl. And I hope she'll be a fool--that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.

Thirty - the promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single people to know, a thinning brief-case of enthusiasm, thinning hair. But there was Jordan beside me, who, unlike Daisy, was too wise ever to carry well-forgotten dreams from age to age. As we passed over the dark bridge her wan face fell lazily against my coat's shoulder and the formidable stroke of thirty died away with the reassuring pressure of her hand.

Tamam dedim, k?z olduÄŸuna sevindim, inÅŸallah aptal olur, ÅŸu dünyada bir k?z?n olabileceÄŸi en iyi ÅŸey aptal ve güzel olmak

He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.

Almost painfully he took his eyes from her.

I found, moreover, that there was no great literary tradition; there was only the tradition of the eventful death of every literary tradition….

I've never met a man who led a rotten life and didn't have a weak will.

Courage is a sort of insistence on the value of life and the worth of transient things.