Quotes from F. Scott Fitzgerald

There was music from my neighbor's house through the summer nights. In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.

Perhaps Daisy never went in for amour at all--and yet there's something in that voice of hers...

Cuando sientas deseos de criticar a alguien" -dijo- "recuerda que no todo el mundo ha tenido las mismas oportunidadades que tú tuviste.

American men," said Nancy gravely, "don't know how to drink." "What?" Jim was startled. "In fact," she went on carelessly, "they don't know how to do anything very well. The one thing I regret in my life is that I wasn't born in England." "In England?" "Yes. It's the one regret of my life that I wasn't.

Our specialty is stories about little girls who break their spines and get adopted by grouchy old men because they smile so much. You'd think we were a race of cheerful cripples and that the common end of the Russian peasant was suicide— Six

For this is wisdom-- to love and live, To take what fate or the gods may give, To ask no question, to make no prayer, To kiss the lips and caress the hair, Speed passion's ebb as we greet its flow, To have and to hold, and, in time-- let go.

They had forgotten – as people inevitably forget

I returned rather feebly to the subject of her daughter. "I suppose she talks, and—eats, and everything.

Fine dives have been made from flimsier spring-boards

Lover! Lover! I can't do with you, and I can't imagine life without you.

I've just finished a book of his, 'The Picture of Dorian Gray,' and I certainly wish you'd read it. You'd like

I like large parties. They're so intimate. At small parties there isn't any privacy.

He hadn't once ceased looking at Daisy and I think he revalued everything in his house according to the measure of response it drew from her well-loved eyes.

You know I'm old in some ways--in others--well, I'm just a little girl. I like sunshine and pretty things and cheerfulness-- and I dread responsibility. I don't want to think about pots and kitchens and brooms. I want to worry whether my legs will get slick and brown when I swim in the summer.

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

It was touching to see them together - it made you laugh in a hushed, fascinated way.

And his mind strong and subtle like the mind of Cuchulin

It was a matter of chance that I should have rented a house in one of the strangest communities in North America. It was on that slender riotous island which extends itself due east of New York—and where there are, among other natural curiosities, two unusual formations of land.

None of the Victorian mothers--and most of the mothers were Victorian--had any idea how casually their daughters were accustomed to be kissed.

She looks at him once more, with infinite longing, infinite sadness.

There was no God in his heart, he knew; his ideas were still in riot; there was ever the pain of memory; the regret for his lost youth--yet the waters of disillusion had left a deposit on his soul, responsibility and a love of life, the faint stirring of old ambitions and unrealized dreams...I know myself, he cried, but that is all.

I've just finished a book of his, 'The Picture of Dorian Gray,' and I certainly wish you'd read it. You'd like it.

so I had a view of the water, a partial view of my neighbour's lawn, and the consoling proximity of millionaires

it was Mr. Gatsby himself, come out to determine what share was his of our local heavens.