Quotes from F. Scott Fitzgerald

that's the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.

All of them began to laugh spontaneously because they knew it was still last night while the people in the streets had the delusion that it was bright hot morning.

epigram, than which, if one is content with ostensible

It's just a crazy old thing. I just slip it on sometimes when I don't care what I look like.

Au moment précis où sa voix s'éteignait, sans plus chercher mon attention, ni vouloir me convaincre, j'ai su que rien de ce qu'elle avait dit n'était vrai.

Amory [softly, battle lost]: I love you. Rosalind: I love you--now.

I'm thirty,' I said. 'I'm five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor.

I can do the one hundred things beyond the next thing, but I stub my toe on that

Wann immer du an jemandem etwas auszusetzen hast, sagte er, vergiss nicht, dass nicht alle auf dieser Welt einen so leichten Start hatten wie du.

As for Tom, the fact that he "had some woman in New York" was really less surprising than that he had been depressed by a book. Something was making him nibble at the edge of stale ideas as if his sturdy physical egotism no longer nourished his peremptory heart.

He stayed there for a week , walking the streets where their footsteps had clicked together through the November night and revisiting the out-of-the-way places to which they had driven in her white car.

Beauty and love pass, I know... Oh, there's sadness, too. I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses--

I was within and without simultaneously enchanted and repelled by inexhaustible variety of life.

Sacrifice by its very nature was arrogant and impersonal; sacrifice should be eternally supercilious. Weep not for me but for thy children.

Amory: Darling girl. [They kiss. Another pause and then she seizes his hand, covers it with kisses, and holds it to her breast.] Rosalind [sadly]: I love your hands, more than anything. I see them often when you're away from me--so tired; I know every line of them. Dear hands! [Their eyes meet for a second and then she begins to cry--a tearless sobbing.]

No te pasa que siempre piensas o esperas que seamos una sola persona, y luego te encuentras con que seguimos siendo dos?

You see, I am fate," it shouted, "and stronger than your puny plans; and I am how-things-turn-out and I am different from your little dreams, and I am the flight of time and the end of beauty and unfulfilled desire; all the accidents and imperceptions and the little minutes that shape the crucial hours are mine. I am the exception that proves no rules, the limits of your control, the condiment in the dish of life.

I never care what I do, so I always have a good time.

Can't repeat the past? why of course you can!

a wild submergence of soul, a dipping of all colors into an obscuring dye

It's just us. We're pitiful, that's all. The very qualities I love you for are the ones that will always make you a failure.

He strolled out onto the wide, semidark veranda, where couples were scattered at tables, filling the lantern-hung night with vague words and hazy laughter.

This was untrue. I am not even faintly like a rose. She was only extemporizing, but a stirring warmth flowed from her, as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling words.

I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer. There was so much to read, for one thing, and so much fine health to be pulled down out of the young breath-giving air. I