"Oh, you want too much!" she cried to Gatsby. "I love you now - isn't that enough? I can't help what's past." She began to sob helplessly. "I did love him once-but I loved you too." F. Scott Fitzgerald More Quotes by F. Scott Fitzgerald More Quotes From F. Scott Fitzgerald It is not merely enough to have the ability to be persistant, you must also have the ability to start over. F. Scott Fitzgerald starting-overabilityenough It isn't given to us to know those rare moments when people are wide open and the lightest touch can wither or heal. A moment too late and we can never reach them any more in this world. They will not be cured by our most efficacious drugs or slain with our sharpest swords. F. Scott Fitzgerald drugtoo-latepeople In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars. F. Scott Fitzgerald girlstarsmen Genius is the ability to put into effect what is on your mind. F. Scott Fitzgerald motivationalinspirationallife Very strong personalities must confine themselves in mutual conversation to very gentle subjects. F. Scott Fitzgerald strongpersonalityconversation You can stroke people with words. F. Scott Fitzgerald flatterywritingpeople I simply state that I'm a product of a versatile mind in a restless generation - with every reason to throw my mind and pen in with the radicals. Even if, deep in my heart, I thought we were all blind atoms in a world as limited as a stroke of a pendulum, I and my sort would struggle against tradition; try, at least, to displace old cants with new ones. I've thought I was right about life at various times, but faith is difficult. One thing I know. If living isn't seeking for the grail it may be a damned amusing game. F. Scott Fitzgerald strugglegamesheart The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun. F. Scott Fitzgerald lightearthsun She was incomprehensible, for, in her, soul and spirit were one - the beauty of her body was the essence of her soul. She was that unity sought for by philosophers through many centuries. In this outdoor waiting room of winds and stars she had been sitting for a hundred years, at peace in the contemplation of herself. F. Scott Fitzgerald waiting-roomsstarsyears the intimate revelations of young men, or at least the terms in which they express them, are usually plagiaristic and marred by obvious suppressions. F. Scott Fitzgerald intimaterevelationsmen The sign of intelligence is the ability to carry opposed thoughts at the same time. F. Scott Fitzgerald ability Premature success gives one an almost mystical conception of destiny as opposed to will power-at its worst the Napoleonic delusion. F. Scott Fitzgerald destinysuccessgiving the cracked plate has to be retained in the pantry, has to be kept in service as a household necessity. It can never be warmed on the stove nor shuffled with the other plates in the dishpan; it will not be brought out for company but it will do to hold crackers late at night or to go into the ice-box with the left overs. F. Scott Fitzgerald crackersicenight Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away. F. Scott Fitzgerald great-gatsby-lovehalfsorry His hand took hold of hers, and as she said something low in his ear he turned toward her with a rush of emotion. I think that voice held him most, with its fluctuating, feverish warmth, because it couldn’t be over-dreamed —that voice was a deathless song. F. Scott Fitzgerald songhandsthinking Life plays the same lovely and agonizing joke on all of us. F. Scott Fitzgerald agonizinglovelyplay 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 citiesbridgesnew-york It was always the becoming he dreamed of, never the being. F. Scott Fitzgerald becoming At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon. F. Scott Fitzgerald twentiesmoonmorning I love New York on summer afternoons when everyone's away. There's something very sensuous about it - overripe, as if all sorts of funny fruits were going to fall into your hands. F. Scott Fitzgerald new-yorksummerfall
