Quotes from F. Scott Fitzgerald

It's always a delusion when I see what you don't want me to see.

Thoughts are Things; things that have a tendency to transform into our reality.

Whatever worth while comes to you, won't be through the channels you were searching last year.

Gözlerini bir an bile Daisy'den ay?rmam??t? ve san?r?m evdeki her ÅŸeyi onun hayran olduÄŸu gözlerinden ald??? tepkiye göre yeniden tart?yordu.

an area so green and cool that the leaves and petals were curled with tender damp.

Non c'è fuoco o gelo che possa sfidare ciò che un uomo arriva a custodire tra i fantasmi del proprio cuore.

Le murmure de cette était comme un souffle de vie sous la pluie, et j'en savourai les modulations un instant, pour le seul plaisir de l'oreille, avant que le sens des mots ne m'atteigne. Une petite mèche détrempée glissait contre sa joue comme une trace de peinture bleue et quand je lui ai pris la main pour l'aider à descendre, elle brillait des perles d'eau.

hands in his pockets regarding the silver pepper of the stars.

ABout three-fourths of the whole business was for effect and therefore harmless, ended at the door of the cafe, soon enough for the five-o'clock train back to Yale or Princeton; about one-fourth continued on into the dimmer hours and gathered strange dust from strange places.

Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring.

At first there would be an American cast to the congress, almost Rotarian in its forms and ceremonies, then the closer-knit European vitality would fight through, and finally the Americans would play their trump card, the announcement of colossal gifts and endowments, of great new plants and training schools, and in the presence of the figures the Europeans would blanch and walk timidly.

Es-tu amoureux de moi? me demanda-t-elle à voix basse. Sinon, pourquoi fallait-il que je vienne seule? — C'est tout le mystère du château des brouillards.

He was not even a Catholic, yet that was the only ghost of a code that he had, the gaudy, ritualistic, paradoxical Catholicism whose prophet was Chesterton, whose claqueurs were such reformed rakes of literature as Huysmans and Bourget, whose American sponsor was Ralph Adams Cram, with his adulation of thirteenth-century cathedrals--a Catholicism which Amory found convenient and ready-made, without priest or sacraments or sacrifice.

Daisy'nin verandas? y?ld?zlar?n maddi olanaklarda edinilmi? ???lt?s?yla parl?yordu.

Siempre que tengas ganas de criticar a alguien», me dijo, «sólo recuerda que todas las personas en este mundo no han tenido las ventajas que tú has tenido».

There was some element of loneliness involved- so easy to be loved- so hard to love.

P?rea s? manifeste, pentru câteva scurte ore, o urm? din acea veche calitate de a înÈ›elege prea bine pentru a putea reproÈ™a - acea calitate care era cea mai bun? parte a lui È™i care lucrase rapid È™i f?r? încetare la distrugerea lui.

It's the whole thing,' he asserted. 'It's the one dividing line between good and evil. I've never met a man who led a rotten life and didn't have a weak will.

I think that voice held him most with its fluctuating feverish warmth because it couldn't be over-dreamed.

Una frase trató de tomar forma en mi boca y mis labios se abrieron como los de un mudo, como si se les resistiera algo más que un asustado soplo de aire. Pero no emitieron ningún sonido, y lo que había estado a punto de recordar se convirtió en incomunicable para siempre.

To hold a man a woman has to appeal to the worst in him. This sentence was the thesis of most of his bad nights, of which he felt this was to be one. His mind had already started to play variations on the subject. Tireless passion, fierce jealousy, longing to possess and crush - these alone were left of all his love for Rosalind; these remained to him as payment for the loss of his youth - bitter calomel under the thin sugar of love's exaltation.

I love you, and that's the beginning and the end of everything. - F. Scott Fitzgerald

J'avais confondu jusque-là le murmure de la pluie et celui de leurs voix, croyant qu'elles s'élevaient parfois avec de petites bouffées d'émotion.

She could make fascinating and almost brilliant conversation out of the thinnest air that ever floated through a drawing-room.