Quotes from F. Scott Fitzgerald

Remember in all society nine girls out of ten marry for money and nine men out of ten are fools.

Az ember vagy elfogadja Hollywoodot olyannak, amilyen, mint például én tettem, vagy megvetÅ'en legyint rá, ahogyan olyasmire szokás, amit nem értünk.

The sheath that held her soul had assumed significance—that was all. She was a sun, radiant, growing, gathering light and storing it—then after an eternity pouring it forth in a glance, the fragment of a sentence, to that part of him that cherished all beauty and all illusion. CHAPTER

the sense of futility of effort and the sense of the necessity to struggle.

If I knew words enough I could write you the longest love-letter in the world—and never get tired.

If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity of the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away.

He got the reputation for being a good musician because he drank so much that his friends had to explain him away somehow--

for which I have an unaffected scorn. If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away. This responsiveness had nothing to do with that flabby impressionability which

Sometimes, when he was particularly loquacious, she went to sleep in his arms, but he loved that Rosalind—all Rosalinds—as he had never in the world loved any one else. Intangibly fleeting, unrememberable hours.

Ta oli jõudnud ikka, kus surma ei peeta enam viirastuslikuks ootamatuseks, ja kui ta nüüd esimest korda enda ümber ringi vaatas ja kõrget ning nooblit halli ja halli kõrval teisi niisama luksuslikke ruume nägi, hakkas ta kurbusesse segunema aukartus ning uhkus.

Professor Dohmler raised himself like a legless man mounting a pair of crutches.

A man knows things and when he stops knowing things he's like anybody else, and the thing is to get power before he stops knowing things.

Mais comment faites-vous pour y vivre seul? — Je m'arrange pour qu'elle soit pleine de monde, jour et nuit. Pleine de gens intéressants. Qui font des choses intéressantes.

unusually communicative in a reserved way, and I understood that he meant a great deal more than that. In consequence I'm inclined to reserve all judgments, a habit that has opened up many

He was at once the commonest and the most remarkable product of civilization. He was nine out of ten people that one passes on a city street—and he was a hairless ape with two dozen tricks. He was the hero of a thousand romances of life and art—and he was a virtual moron, performing staidly yet absurdly a series of complicated and infinitely astounding epics over a span of threescore years.

And so we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

Human sympathy has its limits, and we were content to let all their tragic arguments fade with the city lights behind. Thirty—the promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single men to know, a thinning briefcase of enthusiasm, thinning hair.

Very few things matter and nothing matters very much.

Yes—well they were having words and she tossed some sand in his face. So naturally he sat on top of her and rubbed her face in the sand. We were—electrified.

tenho tendência para acautelar todos os juízos de valor, um hábito que me desvendou muitas naturezas curiosas, mas que também me vitimou com muitos aborrecimentos de morte. (...) na faculdade (...) era o confidente dos sofrimentos secretos de homens atormentados e obscuros. Não desejei a maior parte dessas confidências...

it's the paternal instinct, Amory—celibacy goes deeper than the flesh. . . .

Now it was a cool night with that mysterious excitement in it which comes at the two changes of the year.

my yacht. I don't mind going for a coupla hours' cruise. I'll even lend you that book so you'll have something to read on the revenue

kissed her curious and lovely mouth. She had caught a cold, and it made her voice huskier and more charming than ever, and Gatsby was overwhelmingly aware of the youth and mystery that wealth imprisons and preserves, of the freshness of many clothes, and of Daisy, gleaming like silver, safe and proud above the hot struggles of