I wish I could write. I get these ideas but I never seem to be able to put them in words. F. Scott Fitzgerald More Quotes by F. Scott Fitzgerald More Quotes From F. Scott Fitzgerald Once in a while I go off on a spree and make a fool of myself, but I always come back, and in my heart I love her all the time. - The Great Gatsby. F. Scott Fitzgerald great-gatsby-lovefoolheart It’s a great advantage not to drink among hard drinking people. F. Scott Fitzgerald recoverydrinkinginspirational What'll we do with ourselves this afternoon? And the day after that, and the next thirty years? F. Scott Fitzgerald afternoonnextyears Show me a hero and I'll write you a tragedy. F. Scott Fitzgerald herowritinglife Cut out all these exclamation points. An exclamation point is like laughing at your own joke. F. Scott Fitzgerald cuttingepicwriting I like France, where everybody thinks he's Napoleon--down here everybody thinks he's Christ. F. Scott Fitzgerald francechristthinking Family quarrels are bitter things. They don't go according to any rules. They're not like aches or wounds, they're more like splits in the skin that won't heal because there's not enough material. F. Scott Fitzgerald familyskinshome Can’t repeat the past?…Why of course you can! F. Scott Fitzgerald great-gatsby-gatsbygreat-gatsby-importantpast The rhythm of the weekend, with its birth, its planned gaiety, and its announced end, followed the rhythm of life and was a substitute for it. F. Scott Fitzgerald rhythm-of-lifeweekendfriday A big man has no time really to do anything but just sit and be big. F. Scott Fitzgerald bigsmen This is what I think now: that the natural state of the sentient adult is a qualified unhappiness. F. Scott Fitzgerald unhappinessadultsthinking He must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about...like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees. F. Scott Fitzgerald realdreamsky Once one is caught up into the material world not one person in ten thousand finds the time to form literary taste, to examine the validity of philosophic concepts for himself, or to form what, for lack of a better phrase, I might call the wise and tragic sense of life. F. Scott Fitzgerald wisemightworld Great books write themselves, only bad books have to be written. F. Scott Fitzgerald great-bookwritingbook Most people think everybody feels about them much more violently than they actually do; they think other people's opinions of them swing through great arcs of approval or disapproval. F. Scott Fitzgerald swingspeoplethinking For what it’s worth, it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. F. Scott Fitzgerald buttonswanttoo-late Joan Crawford is doubtless the best example of the flapper, the girl you see in smart night clubs, gowned to the apex of sophistication, toying iced glasses with a remote, faintly bitter expression, dancing deliciously, laughing a great deal, with wide, hurt eyes. Young things with a talent for living. F. Scott Fitzgerald smartgirlhurt Intermittently she caught the gist of his sentences and supplied the rest from her subconscious, as one picks up the striking of a clock in the middle with only the rhythm of the first uncounted strokes lingering in the mind. F. Scott Fitzgerald gistmindfirsts I suppose books mean more than people to me anyway F. Scott Fitzgerald meanbookpeople The truth was that for some months he had been going through that partitioning of the things of youth wherein it is decided whether or not to die for what one no longer believes. F. Scott Fitzgerald youthmonthsbelieve
