There was a kindliness about intoxication - there was that indescribable gloss and glamour it gave, like the memories of ephemeral and faded evenings. F. Scott Fitzgerald More Quotes by F. Scott Fitzgerald More Quotes From F. Scott Fitzgerald He smiled understandingly-much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced--or seemed to face--the whole eternal world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistible prejudice in your favor. It understood you just as far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself, and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey. F. Scott Fitzgerald quality believe world Things are sweeter when they're lost. I know--because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand. F. Scott Fitzgerald dust desire hands Don't say 'wife.' I'm your mistress. Wife's such an ugly word. Your 'permanent mistress' is so much more tangible and desirable… . F. Scott Fitzgerald mistress tangible wife Well, you never knew exactly how much space you occupied in people's lives. Yet from this fog his affection emerged--the best contacts are when one knows the obstacles and still wants to preserve a relation. F. Scott Fitzgerald fog space people You seem to take things so personally, hating people and worshipping them--always thinking people are so important--especially yourselves. You just ask to be kicked around. I like people and I like them to like me, but I wear my heart where God put it--on the inside. F. Scott Fitzgerald hate heart thinking At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide. F. Scott Fitzgerald caves inspirational looks Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life. F. Scott Fitzgerald drunk glasses drinking This is perhaps the best feeling in the world. I love going to sleep at night and wondering what weird and wonderful dreams I'm going to have however I always prolong sleep as long as possible, immeasurably happy simply listening to the sound of my fiancees breathing and feeling his arms around me. It's when you fall in love with these little things that you know you're truly in love. F. Scott Fitzgerald falling-in-love dream sleep Mostly, we authors must repeat ourselves - that's the truth. We have two or three great and moving experiences in our lives - experiences so great and moving that it doesn't seem at the time anyone else has been so caught up and so pounded and dazzled and astonished and beaten and broken and rescued and illuminated and rewarded and humbled in just that way ever before. Then we learn our trade, well or less well, and we tell our two or three stories - each time in a new disguise - maybe ten times, maybe a hundred, as long as people will listen. F. Scott Fitzgerald writing two moving A woman should be able to kiss a man beautifully and romantically without any desire to be either his wife or his mistress. F. Scott Fitzgerald kissing wife men Either you think, or else others have to think for you and take power from you, pervert and discipline your natural tastes, civilize and sterilize you. F. Scott Fitzgerald discipline taste thinking I was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life. F. Scott Fitzgerald great-gatsby-book enchanted philosophy The best of America drifts to Paris. The American in Paris is the best American. It is more fun for an intelligent person to live in an intelligent country. France has the only two things toward which we drift as we grow older—intelligence and good manners. F. Scott Fitzgerald intelligent fun country So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past. F. Scott Fitzgerald tattoo time inspirational Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you. F. Scott Fitzgerald tender-is-the-night hard kissing She smiled at him, making sure that the smile gathered up everything inside her and directed it toward him, making him a profound promise of herself for so little, for the beat of a response, the assurance of a complimentary vibration in him. F. Scott Fitzgerald littles profound promise So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star. F. Scott Fitzgerald tuning stars listening I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go F. Scott Fitzgerald ifs want Tired, tired with nothing, tired with everything, tired with the world’s weight he had never chosen to bear. F. Scott Fitzgerald tired weight world Life is a comedy for those who think and a tragedy for those who feel. Show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy. F. Scott Fitzgerald hero writing thinking
