Every one suspects himself of at least one of the cardinal virtues. F. Scott Fitzgerald More Quotes by F. Scott Fitzgerald More Quotes From F. Scott Fitzgerald 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. F. Scott Fitzgerald dream long world Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth, but there was an excitement in her voice that men who had cared for her found difficult to forget: a singing compulsion, a whispered “Listen,” a promise that she had done gay, exciting things just a while since and that there were gay, exciting things hovering in the next hour. F. Scott Fitzgerald gay eye men I suppose the latest thing is to sit back and let Mr. Nobody from Nowhere make love to your wife. F. Scott Fitzgerald great-gatsby-love making-love wife But you can love more than just one person, can't you? F. Scott Fitzgerald just-one persons Then a strange thing happened. She turned to him and smiled, and as he saw her smile every rag of anger and hurt vanity dropped from him — as though his very moods were but the outer ripples of her own, as though emotion rose no longer in his breast unless she saw fit to pull an omnipotent controlling thread. F. Scott Fitzgerald vanity hurt rose She was beautiful - but especially she was without mercy. F. Scott Fitzgerald mercy beautiful She saw something awful in the very simplicity she failed to understand. F. Scott Fitzgerald saws simplicity awful You are mine-you know you're mine!" he cried wildly...the moonlight twisted in through the vines and listened...the fireflies hung upon their whispers as if to win his glance from the glory of their eyes. F. Scott Fitzgerald firefly eye winning 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. F. Scott Fitzgerald sunshine girl responsibility So when the blue smoke of brittle leaves was in the air and the wind blew the wet laundry stiff on the line I decided to come back home. F. Scott Fitzgerald air home blue I think they're very attractive,' Abe agreed. 'I just don't think they're attractive, that's all. F. Scott Fitzgerald attractive contradiction thinking And, after boasting this way of my tolerance, I come to the admission that it has a limit. Conduct may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes, but after a certain point I don’t care what it’s founded on. When I came back from the East last autumn I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart. Only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction—Gatsby, who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn. F. Scott Fitzgerald autumn heart book Long afterward Amory thought of sophomore spring as the happiest time of his life. His ideas were in tune with life as he found it; he wanted no more than to drift and dream and enjoy a dozen new-found friendships through the April afternoons. F. Scott Fitzgerald dream spring ideas A sudden gust of rain blew over them and then another - as if small liquid clouds were bouncing along the land. Lightning entered the sea far off and the air blew full of crackling thunder. The table cloths blew around the pillars. They blew and blew and blew. The flags twisted around the red chairs like live things, the banners were ragged, the corners of the table tore off through the burbling billowing ends of the cloths. F. Scott Fitzgerald air rain clouds smoking had come to be an important punctuation mark in the long sentence of a day on the road. F. Scott Fitzgerald punctuation-marks smoking long The first lights of the evening were springing into pale existence. The Ferris wheel, pricked out now in lights, revolved leisurely through the dusk; a few empty cars of the roller coaster rattled overhead. F. Scott Fitzgerald ferris-wheels car light I avoided writers very carefully because they can perpetuate trouble as no one else can. F. Scott Fitzgerald avoided trouble What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon,' cried Daisy, 'and the day after that, and the next thirty years?' 'Don't be morbid,' Jordan said. 'Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.' 'But it's so hot,' insisted Daisy, on the verge of tears, 'And everything's so confused. Let's all go to town! F. Scott Fitzgerald said-life confused fall He talked a lot about the past and I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy. F. Scott Fitzgerald gone past ideas But his heart was in a constant, turbulent riot. F. Scott Fitzgerald riot constant heart
