Quotes from F. Scott Fitzgerald

blood being thicker than broth

Only the image of a third person, even a vanished one, entering into his relation with Rosemary was needed to throw him off his balance and send through him waves of pain, misery, desire, desperation. The vividly pictured hand on Rosemary's cheek, the quicker breath, the white excitement of the event viewed from outside, the inviolable secret warmth within.

Ne gariptir, ac?dan kaç?nmaya çal???rken, bazen bizi o noktaya getiren ayak izlerinin bir bir üzerinden geçmek gerekebilir.

He sometimes looked back with awe at the carnivals of affection he had given, as a general might gaze upon a massacre he had ordered to satisfy an impersonal blood lust.

The important thing is that you should not argue with them [Communists]....Whatever you say, they have ways of twisting it into shapes which put you in some lower category of mankind, 'Fascist,' 'Liberal,' 'Trotskyist,' and disparage you both intellectually and personally in the process.

In this state he considered that he would one day accomplish some quiet subtle thing that the elect would deem worthy and, passing on, would join the dimmer stars in a nebulous, indeterminate heaven half-way between death and immortality

Then Nicole. Rosemary saw her suddenly in a new way and found her one of the most beautiful people she had ever known. Her face, the face of a saint, a viking Madonna, shone through the faint motes that snowed across the candlelight, drew down its flush from the wine-colored lanterns in the pine. She was still as still

If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass.

Gatsby looked at Daisy in a way that every young girl wanted to be looked at

It understood you just so 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.

He desired her and, so far as her virginal emotions went, she contemplated a surrender with equanimity. Yet she knew she would forget him half an hour after she left him - like an actor kissed in a picture.

I suppose he'd had the name ready for a long time, even then.

Those eyes, with the grayness and eternity of a cliff of soft granite, caught his.

Wilson shook his head. His eyes narrowed and his mouth widened slightly with the ghost of a superior 'Hm!'.

Évszázadok telnek még el, mire egy amazon végre képes lesz fölfogni azt a tényt, hogy a férfi kizárólag a büszkeségében sebezhetÅ' meg, de ha ezt egyszer megrobbantják, törékeny lesz az egész ember, akár a tojás.

The table seemed to have risen a little toward the sky like a mechanical dancing platform, giving the people around it a sense of being alone with each other in the dark universe, nourished by its only food, warmed by its only lights.

Then tell me all the reasons why you're going to marry me in June." "Well, because you're so clean. You're sort of blowy clean, like I am. There's two sorts, you know. One's like Dick: he's clean like polished pans. You and I are clean like streams and winds. I can tell whenever I see a person whether he is clean, and if so, which kind of clean he is.

Too bad she was dull--dull girls were unbearable--certainly pretty though.

She would be twenty-nine in February. The month assumed an ominous and inescapable significance—making her wonder, through these nebulous half-fevered hours whether after all she had not wasted her faintly tired beauty, whether there was such a thing as use for any quality bounded by a harsh and inevitable mortality. Years

Mountain-climbing cars are built on a slant similar to the angle of a hat-brim of a man who doesn't want to be recognized.

she awoke often to lie and wish for that presence beside her—inanimate yet breathing—still Jeff.

He waited rather breathlessly for her next remark...

Upon it floated swans like boats and boats like swans, both lost in the nothingness of the heartless beauty.

He had fixed his aunt with the bright-yellow eye, giving her that acute and exaggerated attention that young males are accustomed to render to all females who are of no further value.