He had angered Providence by resisting too many temptations. There was nothing left but heaven, where he would meet only those who, like him, had wasted earth. F. Scott Fitzgerald More Quotes by F. Scott Fitzgerald More Quotes From F. Scott Fitzgerald Beware the artist who's an intellectual also. The artist who doesn't fit. F. Scott Fitzgerald intellectual artist art I can’t exactly describe how I feel but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me cold. F. Scott Fitzgerald leaving-me cold feels These lights, this brightness, these clusters of human hope, of wild desire—I shall take these lights in my fingers. I shall make them bright, and whether they shine or not, it is in these fingers that they shall succeed or fail. F. Scott Fitzgerald shining light desire Work like hell! I had 122 rejection slips before I sold a story. F. Scott Fitzgerald hell rejection stories Grown up, and that is a terribly hard thing to do. It is much easier to skip it and go from one childhood to another. F. Scott Fitzgerald childhood growth time I didn't realize it, but the days came along one after another, and then two years were gone, and everything was gone, and I was gone. F. Scott Fitzgerald letting-go life death Trouble has no necessary connection with discouragement. Discouragement has a germ of its own, as different from trouble as arthritis is different from a stiff joint. F. Scott Fitzgerald connections different literature Life is much more successfully looked at from a single window. F. Scott Fitzgerald single life-is window If I knew words enough, I could write the longest love letter in the world and never get tired F. Scott Fitzgerald tired writing world I want to be a society vampire, you see. F. Scott Fitzgerald vampire want Rosemary felt that this swim would become the typical one of her life, the one that would always pop up in her memory at the mention of swimming. F. Scott Fitzgerald typical swimming memories 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. F. Scott Fitzgerald breathless heart trying It makes me sad because I've never seen such--such beautiful shirts before. F. Scott Fitzgerald great-gatsby-american-dream shirts beautiful There’s a writer for you,” he said. “Knows everything and at the same time he knows nothing.” [narrator]It was my first inkling that he was a writer. And while I like writers—because if you ask a writer anything you usually get an answer—still it belittled him in my eyes. Writers aren’t people exactly. Or, if they’re any good, they’re a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person. It’s like actors, who try so pathetically not to look in mirrors. Who lean backward trying—only to see their faces in the reflecting chandeliers. F. Scott Fitzgerald mirrors eye people Art isn't meaningless... It is in itself. It isn't in that it tries to make life less so. F. Scott Fitzgerald meaningless trying art It seemed that the only lover she had ever wanted was a lover in a dream. F. Scott Fitzgerald lovers dream wanted A great social success is a pretty girl who plays her cards as carefully as if she were plain. F. Scott Fitzgerald girl play cards An artist is someone who can hold two opposing viewpoints and still remain fully functional. F. Scott Fitzgerald viewpoints artist two Speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again. F. Scott Fitzgerald arrangements notes speech Strange children should smile at each other and say, "Let's play. F. Scott Fitzgerald strange play children