Top 100 F Scott Fitzgerald Quotes
#1. Tom and Daisy stared, with that peculiarly unreal feeling that accompanies the recognition of a hitherto ghostly celebrity of the movies.
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#2. I slunk
off in the direction of the cocktail table - the only place in
the garden where a single man could linger without looking
purposeless and alone.
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#3. His voice promised that he would take care of her, and that a little later he would open up whole new worlds for her, unroll an endless succession of magnificent possibilities.
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#4. It was too early in the morning for family patriotism."
-Cecelia Brady
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#5. At both ends of life man needed nourishment: a breast - a shrine. Something to lay himself beside when no one wanted him further, and shoot a bullet into his head.
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#6. I can't exactly describe how I feel but it's not quite right. And it leaves me cold.
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#7. I'd rather keep it as a beautiful memory
tucked away in my heart.' 'Yes, women can do that
but not men. I'd remember always, not the beauty of it while it lasted, but just the bitterness, the long bitterness.' 'Don't!
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#8. Women didn't come into men's rooms and sink into men's Humes. Women brought laundry and took your seat in the street-car and married you later on when you were old enough to know fetters.
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#9. I can do the one hundred things beyond the next thing, but I stub my toe on that,
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#11. The sensuous heat of early afternoon made blinding freckles on the checkered luncheon cloth.
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#12. Some time before he introduced himself I'd got a strong impression that he was picking his words with care.
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#13. His dark eyes took me in, and I wondered what they would look like if he fell in love.
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#14. When she saw him face to face their eyes met and brushed like birds' wings. After that everything was all right, everything was wonderful, she knew that he was beginning to fall in love with her.
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#15. With the awakening of his emotions, his first perception was a sense of futility, a dull ache at the utter grayness of his life.
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#16. God, am I like the rest after all?" - So he used to think starting awake at night - "Am I like the rest?
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#17. She was dazzling
alight; it was agony to comprehend her beauty in a glance.
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#18. The very weather seems to have a quality of the past, faded weather like that of old photographs.
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#20. When I want something bad enough, common sense tells me to go and take it
and not get caught.
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#21. Long afterward Amory thought of sophomore spring as the happiest time of his life. His ideas were in tune with life as he found it; he wanted no more than to drift and dream and enjoy a dozen new-found friendships through the April afternoons.
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#23. And courage to me meant ploughing through that dull gray mist that comes down on life
not only overriding people and circumstances but overriding the bleakness of living.
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#24. All my beautiful lovely safe world blew itself up here with a great gust of high explosive love.
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#26. When people are taken out of their depths they lose their heads, no matter how charming a bluff they may put up.
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#28. How I feel is that if I wanted anything I'd take it. That's what I've always thought all my life. But it happens that I want you, and so I just haven't room for any other desires.
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#29. Wilson's glazed eyes turned out to the ashheaps, where small gray clouds took on fantastic shape and scurried here and there in the faint dawn wind.
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#30. Dick was about to retort by commenting on the extraordinary suits worn by Tommy and Prince Chillicheff, suits of a cut and pattern fantastic enough to have sauntered down Beale Street on a Sunday - when
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#31. Writers aren't exactly people ... They're a whole bunch of people trying to be one person.
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#32. The wind had blown off, leaving a loud, bright night, with wings beating in the treas and a persistent organ sound as the full bellows of the earth blew the frogs full of life.
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#33. Possibly it had occurred to him that the colossal significance of that light had now vanished forever.
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#34. We are all queer fish, queerer behind our faces and voices than we want any one to know or than we know ourselves.
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#35. It appears that every man's insomnia is as different from his neighbours as are their daytime hopes and aspirations.
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#37. But for a girl I think she ought to have lots of minor accomplishments and pass them on to her children.
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#38. There is a moment - Oh, just before the first kiss, a whispered word - something that makes it worth while.
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#39. That's going to be your trouble - judgment about yourself.
(Tender is the Night)
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#42. For Daisy was young and her artificial world was redolent of orchids and pleasant, cheerful snobbery and orchestras which set the rhythm of the year, summing up the sadness and suggestiveness of life in new tunes.
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#43. If you don't like nice people, try the ones who aren't nice, and see how you like that!
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#44. Tangled with love in the moonlight she welcomed the anarchy of her lover.
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#45. Well, there I was, way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute, and all of a sudden I didn't care.
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#48. Often I think writing is a sheer paring away of oneself leaving always something thinner, barer, more meagre.
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#49. The water reached up for her, pulled her down tenderly out of the heat, seeped in her hair and ran into the corners of her body. She turned round and round in it, embracing it, wallowing in it.
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#50. He took down his drink as if it were a drop in the bottom of a glass.
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#51. In short, you have only your emotions to sell. This is the experience of all writers.
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#53. She admired him; she was used to clutching her hands together in his wake and heaving audible sighs.
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#55. Anthony moved about, magician-like, turning the mushroom lamp into an orange glory
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#56. I love this simply because it's cute, and I guess it's a sign of the times in many respect. It's pretty much saying you complete me, only in the sweetest way possible.
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#57. Note also in the epilogue that I want to show that Stahr left certain harm behind him just as he left good behind him.
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#58. The table seemed to have risen a little toward the sky like a mechanical dancing platform, giving the people around it a sense of being alone with each other in the dark universe, nourished by its only food, warmed by its only lights.
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#59. People talk of the courage of convictions, but in actual life a man's duty to his family may make a rigid course seem a selfish indulgence of his own righteousness.
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#60. I had a woman up here last week to look at my feet, and when she gave me the bill you'd of thought she had my appendicitus out.
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#62. I like temperamental men.' 'There aren't any. Men don't know how to be really angry or really happy
and the ones that do, go to pieces.
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#63. As an open fire in a dark room throws romance and pathos into the quiet faces at its edge, so she cast her lights and shadows around the rooms that held her,
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#64. She was a carnival to watch--at
times primly coy, posing, grimacing and gesturing--sometimes the
shadow fell and the dignity of old suffering flowed down into her
finger tips.
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#65. I want it to smell of magnolias instead
of peanuts and I want my shoes to crunch on the same gravel that Lee's
boots crunched on. There's no beauty without poignancy and there's no
poignancy without the feeling that it's going, men, names, books,
houses
bound for dust
mortal
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#67. She confused him and hindered the flow of his ideas. Self-expression had never seemed at once so desirable and so impossible.
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#68. Doctor Dougall was wrong. It was tempermentally impossible for Amory to get the best marks in school.
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#71. After all, in the very casualness of Gatsby's party there were romantic possibilities totally absent from her world.
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#72. Man in his hunger for faith will feed his mind with the nearest and most convenient food.
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#73. A young man can work at excessive speed with no ill effects, but youth is unfortunately not a permanent condition of life.
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#74. You intoxicated me. It was just as though you were making me love you by some invisible force.
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#75. No more to wait the twilight of the moon in this sequestered vale of star and spire, for one eternal morning of desire passes to time and earthy afternoon.
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#76. All the city was playing with this sound out there in the blue summer dark, throwing it up and calling it back, promising that, in a little while, life would be beautiful as a story, promising happiness, and by that promise giving it
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#77. So my first impression, that he was a person of some undefined consequence, had gradually faded and he had become simply the proprietor of an elaborate road-house next door.
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#78. I felt the basic insincerity of what she had said. It made me uneasy, as though the whole evening had been a trick of some sort to extract a contributory emotion from me.
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#79. Its nothing,' said Horace quietly, 'but if you can think of any nicer way of a man killing himself than taking a risk for you, why that's the way I want to die.
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#81. There's no substitute for will. Sometimes you have to fake will when you don't feel it at all.
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#83. Of course I've got one--a man can't live without a moral code. Mine is that I'm against the burning of witches. Whenever they burn a witch I get all hot under the collar.
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#84. When his son was dressed Mr. Button regarded him with depression. The costume consisted of dotted socks, pink pants, and a belted blouse with a wide white collar. Over the latter waved the long whitish beard, drooping almost to the waist. The effect was not good.
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#85. I've never met a man who led a rotten life and didn't have a weak will.
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#86. Love is fragile
she was thinking
but perhaps the pieces are saved, the things that hovered on lips, that might have been said. The new love-words, the tenderness learned, and treasured up for the next lover.
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#87. Succeeding Dexter's first exhilaration came restlessness and dissatisfaction. The helpless ecstasy of losing himself in her was opiate rather than tonic. It was fortunate for his work during the winter that those moments of ecstasy came infrequently.
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#88. Reporting the extreme things as if they were the average things will start you on the art of fiction.
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#89. If truth is the end of life happiness is a mode of it, to be cherished in its brief and tremulous moment.
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#90. Probably more than any concrete vice or failing Amory despised his own personality - he loathed knowing that to-morrow and the thousand days after he would sell pompously at a compliment and sulk at an ill word like a third-rate musician or a first-class actor.
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#91. MR. ICKY: Is your mind in good shape? DIVINE: (Gloomily) Fair. After all what is brilliance? Merely the tact to sow when no one is looking and reap when every one is.
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#92. You are mysterious, I love you. You're beautiful, intelligent, and virtuous, and that's the rarest known combination.
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#94. Before you criticize others, remember, they may not have had the same opportunities in life as you have had
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#95. He found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass.
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#97. Scratch a Yale man with both hands and you'll be lucky to find a coast-guard. Usually you find nothing at all.
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#98. Don't say 'wife.' I'm your mistress. Wife's such an ugly word. Your 'permanent mistress' is so much more tangible and desirable ... .
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#100. People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away.
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