I am tired of knowing nothing and being reminded of it all the time. F. Scott Fitzgerald More Quotes by F. Scott Fitzgerald More Quotes From F. Scott Fitzgerald Good manners are an admission that everybody is so tender that they have to be handled with gloves. Now, human respect—you don't call a man a coward or a liar lightly, but if you spend your life sparing people's feelings and feeding their vanity, you get so you can't distinguish what should be respected in them. F. Scott Fitzgerald vanity liars men When you're older you'll know what people who love suffer. The agony. It's better to be cold and young than to love. It's happened to me before but never like this - so accidental - just when everything was going well. F. Scott Fitzgerald agony suffering people he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. F. Scott Fitzgerald great-gatsby-american-dream sunlight rose Wine gave a sort of gallantry to their own failure. F. Scott Fitzgerald gallantry wine but I felt that Tom would drift on forever seeking, a little wistfully, for the dramatic turbulence of some irrecoverable football game F. Scott Fitzgerald games forever football He was going to live in New York, and be known at every restaurant and café, wearing a dress suit from early evening to early morning, sleeping away the dull hours of the forenoon. F. Scott Fitzgerald new-york sleep morning The helpless ecstasy of loosing himself in her charm was a powerful opiate rather than a tonic. F. Scott Fitzgerald opiates charm powerful It is youth’s felicity as well as its insufficiency that it can never live in the present, but must always be measuring up the day against its own radiantly imagined future F. Scott Fitzgerald measuring-up live-in-the-present youth I'm not much like myself any more. F. Scott Fitzgerald No one person in the world is necessary to you or to me. F. Scott Fitzgerald not-sorry persons world I learned a little of beauty - enough to know that it had nothing to do with truth - and I found, moreover, that there was no great literary tradition; there was only the tradition of the eventful death of every literary tradition. F. Scott Fitzgerald tradition enough littles She looked at me and laughed pointlessly. Then she flounced over to the dog, kissed it with ecstasy, and swept into the kitchen, implying that a dozen chefs awaited her orders there. F. Scott Fitzgerald kitchen dog order He found himself remembering how on one summer morning they two had started from New York in search of happiness. They had never expected to find it, perhaps, yet in itself that quest had been happier than anything he expected forevermore. Life, it seemed, must be a setting up of props around one - otherwise it was disaster. There was no rest, no quiet. He had been futile in longing to drift and dream, no one drifted except to maelstroms, no one dreamed, without his dreams becoming fantastic nightmares of indecision and regret. F. Scott Fitzgerald summer dream morning I began to like New York, the racy, adventurous feel of it at night, and the satisfaction that the constant flicker of men and women and machines gives to the restless eye. F. Scott Fitzgerald eye new-york night Aristocracy's only an admission that certain traits which we call fine - courage and honor and beauty and all that sort of thing - can best be developed in a favorable environment, where you don't have the warpings of ignorance and necessity. F. Scott Fitzgerald aristocracy ignorance honor Your life on earth will be, as always, the interval between two significant glances in a mundane mirror. F. Scott Fitzgerald voice mirrors two What was the use of doing great things if I could have a better time telling her what I was going to do? F. Scott Fitzgerald if-i-could great-things use I want leisure to read—an immense amount. F. Scott Fitzgerald immense leisure want Then there came a faraway, booming voice like a low, clear bell. It came from the center of the bowl and down the great sides to the ground and then bounced toward her eagerly. 'You see I am fate,' it shouted, 'and stronger than your puny plans; and I am how-things-turn-out and I am different from your little dreams, and I am the flight of time and the end of beauty and unfulfilled desire; all the accidents and imperceptions and the little minutes that shape the crucial hours are mine. I am the exception that proves no rules, the limits of your control, the condiment in the dish of life. F. Scott Fitzgerald fate voice dream I carry the place around the world in my heart but sometimes I try to shake it off in my dreams F. Scott Fitzgerald dream heart trying
