No matter how low you go, there's always an unexplored basement. F. Scott Fitzgerald More Quotes by F. Scott Fitzgerald More Quotes From F. Scott Fitzgerald I want to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me. F. Scott Fitzgerald want love world And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer. F. Scott Fitzgerald sunshine summer tree Great art is the contempt of a great man for small art. F. Scott Fitzgerald men funny art What people are ashamed of usually makes a good story. F. Scott Fitzgerald stories writing people The reason one writes isn't the fact he wants to say something. He writes because he has something to say. F. Scott Fitzgerald want writing facts Every act of life, from the morning toothbrush to the friend at dinner, became an effort. I hated the night when I couldn't sleep and I hated the day because it went toward night. F. Scott Fitzgerald sleep depression morning Their lips brushed like young wild flowers in the wind. F. Scott Fitzgerald lips flower wind Take off that darn fur coat!...Or maybe you'd like to have us open all the windows. F. Scott Fitzgerald fur coats summer At any rate, let us love for a while, for a year or so, you and me. That's a form of divine drunkenness that we can all try. There are only diamonds in the whole world, diamonds and perhaps the shabby gift of disillusion. F. Scott Fitzgerald trying life years First, he realized that the sea was blue and that there was an enormous quantity of it, and that it roared and roared-really all the banalities about the ocean that one could realize, but if any one had told him then that these things were banalities, he would have gaped in wonder. F. Scott Fitzgerald enormous-quantities ocean blue New York had all the iridescence of the beginning of the world. The returning troops marched up Fifth Avenue and girls were instinctively drawn East and North toward them - this was the greatest nation and there was gala in the air. F. Scott Fitzgerald girl new-york air Over the great bridge, with the sunlight through the girders making a constant flicker upon the moving cars, with the city rising up across the river in white heaps and sugar lumps all built with a wish out of non-olfactory money. The city seen from the Queensboro Bridge is always the city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all the mystery and the beauty in the world. F. Scott Fitzgerald bridges new-york moving Celibacy goes deeper than the flesh. F. Scott Fitzgerald celibacy deeper flesh The idea that to make a man work you've got to hold gold in front of his eyes is a growth, not an axiom. We've done that for so long that we've forgotten there's any other way. F. Scott Fitzgerald eye work men She wouldn't let go of the letter. She took it into the tub with her and squeezed it up in a wet ball, and only let me leave it in the soap dish when she saw that it was coming to pieces like snow. F. Scott Fitzgerald balls letting-go snow I never noticed the stars before. I always thought of them as great big diamonds that belonged to some one. Now they frighten me. They make me feel that it was all a dream, all my youth. F. Scott Fitzgerald youth stars dream The strongest guard is placed at the gateway to nothing. Maybe because the condition of emptiness is too shameful to be divulged. F. Scott Fitzgerald tender-is-the-night gateways emptiness The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night. F. Scott Fitzgerald lasts rain night Only remember west of the Mississippi it's a little more look, see, act. A little less rationalize, comment, talk. F. Scott Fitzgerald west littles looks There is a moment—Oh, just before the first kiss, a whispered word—something that makes it worth while. F. Scott Fitzgerald first-kiss kissing firsts
