He had no plans, no definite intentions, except to kiss her lips again, to hold her in his arms. F. Scott Fitzgerald More Quotes by F. Scott Fitzgerald More Quotes From F. Scott Fitzgerald The bottle of whiskey - the second one - was now in constant demand by all present, excepting Catherine, who 'felt just as good on nothing at all. F. Scott Fitzgerald whiskey demand bottles Experience is not worth the getting. It's not a thing that happens pleasantly to a passive you--it's a wall that an active you runs up against. F. Scott Fitzgerald passive wall running Her voice is full of money. F. Scott Fitzgerald voice money In the morning you were never violently sorry-- you made no resolutions, but if you had overdone it and your heart was slightly out of order, you went on the wagon for a few days without saying anything about it, and waited until an accumulation of nervous boredom projected you into another party. F. Scott Fitzgerald party sorry morning A writer wastes nothing. F. Scott Fitzgerald waste writing Her beautiful eyes and lips were very grave as she made her choice, and Anthony thought again how naive was her every gesture; she took all the things of life for hers to choose from and apportion, as though she were continually picking out presents for herself from an inexhaustible counter. F. Scott Fitzgerald eye choices beautiful Blessed are the dead that the rain falls on. F. Scott Fitzgerald blessed rain fall Daisy began to sing with the music in a husky, rhythmic whisper, bringing out a meaning in each word that it had never had before and would never have again. When the melody rose, her voice broke up sweetly, following it, in a way contralto voices have, and each change tipped out a little of her warm human magic upon the air. F. Scott Fitzgerald voice air rose I was rather literary in college—one year I wrote a series of very solemn and obvious editorials for the 'Yale News.'—and now I was going to bring back all such things into my life and become again that most limited of all specialists, the 'well-rounded man.' This isn’t just an epigram—life is much more successfully looked at from a single window, after all. F. Scott Fitzgerald college yale men You said a bad driver was only safe until she met another bad driver? Well, I met another bad driver, didn't I? I mean it was careless of me to makes such a wrong guess. I thought you were rather an honest, straightforward person I thought it was your secret pride." "I'm thirty," I said. "I'm five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor." She didn't answer. Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away. F. Scott Fitzgerald sorry mean lying The past--the wild charge at the head of his men up San Juan Hill; the first years of his marriage when he worked late into the summer dusk down in the busy city for young Hildegarde whom he loved; the days before that when he sat smoking far into the night in the gloomy old Button house on Monroe Street with his grandfather-all these had faded like unsubstantial dreams from his mind as though they had never been. He did not remember. F. Scott Fitzgerald summer dream men He did not understand all he had heard, but from his clandestine glimpse into the privacy of these two, with all the world that his short experience could conceive of at their feet, he had gathered that life for everybody was a struggle, sometimes magnificent from a distance, but always difficult and surprisingly simple and a little sad. F. Scott Fitzgerald distance simple struggle The notion of sitting down and conjuring up, not only words in which to clothe thoughts but thoughts worthy of being clothed--the whole thing was absurdly beyond his desires. F. Scott Fitzgerald sitting-down down-and desire It was as if for the remainder of his life he was condemned to carry with him the egos of certain people, early met and early loved, and to be only as complete as they were complete themselves. There was some element of loneliness involved--so easy to be loved--so hard to love. F. Scott Fitzgerald ego loneliness people I was a little shocked at the elaborateness of the lie. F. Scott Fitzgerald shocked littles lying Beautiful things grow to a certain height and then they fail and fade off, breathing out memories as they decay. F. Scott Fitzgerald height failing beautiful How I feel is that if I wanted anything I'd take it. That's what I've always thought all my life. But it happens that I want you, and so I just haven't room for any other desires. F. Scott Fitzgerald want desire rooms Have a drink Tom and then you won't feel so foolish to yourself. F. Scott Fitzgerald drink foolish feels A squalid phantasmagoria of breath F. Scott Fitzgerald breaths He had seen me several times, and had intended to call on me long before, but a peculiar combination of circumstances had prevented it. F. Scott Fitzgerald excuse peculiar long
