Top 100 Quotes About Love F Scott Fitzgerald
#1. You're just the romantic age," she continued- "fifty. Twenty-five is too worldly wise; thirty is apt to be pale from overwork; forty is the age of long stories that take a whole cigar to tell; sixty is- oh, sixty is too near seventy; but fifty is the mellow age. I love fifty." - Hildegarde
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#2. 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.
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#3. The heterogeneous indistinguishable mass of college boys, interested only in love at first sight, ...
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#4. I'm p-paralyzed with happiness. - She laughed again, as if she said something very witty, and held my hand for a moment, looking up into my face, promising that there was no one in the world she so much wanted to see. That was a way she had.
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#5. He was in love with every pretty woman he saw now, their forms at a distance, their shadows on the walls.
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#9. Then it was something more. I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity. The bored haughty face that she turned to the world concealed something - most affectations conceal something eventually, even though they don't in the beginning - and
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#10. Into a dozen minds entered a quick suspicion, a rumour of scandal. Could it be that behind the scenes with this couple, apparently so in love, lurked some curious antipathy? Why else this streak of fire across such a cloudless heaven?
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#11. 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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#12. I found something! Courage
just that; courage as a rule of life and something to cling to always.
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#13. But swan, float lightly because you are a swan, because by the exquisite curve of your neck the gods gave you some special favor, and even though you fracture it running against some man-made bridge, it healed and you sailed onward.
F. Scott Fitzgerald to his wife Zelda.
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#15. Actually that's my secret - I can't even talk about you to anybody because I don't want any more people to know how wonderful you are.
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#16. I think he revalued everything in his house according to the measure of response it drew from her well-loved eyes.
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#17. Stahr's eyes and Kathleen's met and tangled. For an instant they made love as no one ever dares to do after. Their glance was slower than an embrace, more urgent than a call.
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#19. 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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#20. A rigour passed over him,
blood rose into his cheeks, his forehead, and there was a steady thumping in his ears. It was first love.
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#21. Tangled with love in the moonlight she welcomed the anarchy of her lover.
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#22. Men she knew'? - she had conceded vaguely to herself that all men who had ever been in love with her were her friends.
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#24. She was overstrained with grief and loneliness: almost any shoulder would have done as well.
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#26. Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.
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#27. It was touching to see them together - it made you laugh in a hushed, fascinated way.
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#28. I don't ask you to love me always like this but I ask you to remember. Somewhere inside of me there will always be the person I am tonight.
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#29. Softly the two names lingered on the air, died away more slowly than other words, other names, slower than music in the mind.
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#30. As he put in his studs he realized that he was enjoying life as he would probably never enjoy it again. Everything was hallowed by the haze of his own youth. He had arrived, abreast of the best in his generation at Princeton. He was in love and his love was returned.
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#31. Her love had reached a point where now at last she was beginning to be unhappy, to be desperate.
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#32. I suppose the latest thing is to sit back and let Mr. Nobody from Nowhere make love to your wife.
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#33. These people could appreciate me and take me for granted, and these men would fall in love with me and admire me, whereas the clever men I meet would just analyse me and tell me I'm this because of this or that because of that.
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#34. The war spirit's getting into me again. I have a hundred years of Ohio love behind me and I'm going to bomb out this trench.
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#35. There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.
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#36. If he had to bring all the bitterness and hatred of the world into his heart, he was not going to be in love with her again.
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#37. I was in love with a whirlwind, so when the girl threw me over, I went home and finished my novel.
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#40. As we passed over the dark bridge her wan face fell lazily against my coat's shoulder and the formidable stroke of thirty died away with the reassuring pressure of her hand.
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#41. You intoxicated me. It was just as though you were making me love you by some invisible force.
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#42. You know I'm old in some ways-in others-well, I'm just a little girl. I like sunshine and pretty things and cheerfulness-and I dread responsibility.
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#43. It was astonishing to think that life had once been the sum of her current love-affairs. It was now the sum of her current problems.
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#44. All the time something within her was crying for a decision.
She wanted her life shaped now, immediately - and the decision must be made by some force - of love, of money, of unquestionable practicality - that was close at hand
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#45. He was good looking, "sort of distinguished when he wants to be", had a line, and was properly inconstant. In fact, he summed up all the romance that her age and environment led her to desire
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#47. It is in the thirties that we want friends. In the forties we know they won't save us any more than love did.
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#48. The fire blazing in her dark and injured heart seemed to glow around her like a flame.
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#49. I read a lot of F. Scott Fitzgerald. I love 'Tender is the Night,' and its atmosphere of doomed romance. He was one of the greatest prose stylists, with a wonderfully clear but lyrical quality.
David Nicholls
#50. Marriage was created not to be a background but to need one. Mine is going to be outstanding. It can't, shan't be the setting - it's going to be the performance, the lively, lovely, glamorous performance, and the world shall be the scenery.
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#51. It was a marriage of love. He was sufficiently spoiled to be charming; she was ingenuous enough to be irresistible. Like two floating logs they met in a head-on rush, caught, and sped along together.
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#52. I'm not sentimental
I'm as romantic as you are. The idea, you know,
is that the sentimental person thinks things will last
the romantic
person has a desperate confidence that they won't.
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#53. Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the mirror of himself that he found in the gorgeous clarity of her mind?
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#54. He desired her and, so far as her virginal emotions went, she contemplated a surrender with equanimity. Yet she knew she would forget him half an hour after she left him - like an actor kissed in a picture.
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#55. He found something that he wanted, had always wanted and always would want
not to be admired, as he had feared; not to be loved, as he had made himself believe; but to be necessary to people, to be indispensable ... 'very few things matter and nothing matters very much
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#56. Unlike lovers they possessed no past; unlike man and wife, they possessed no future; yet up to in this morning Nicole had liked Abe better than anyone except Dick
and he had been heavy, belly-frightened, with love for her for years.
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#57. 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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#58. 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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#59. His dark eyes took me in, and I wondered what they would look like if he fell in love.
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#61. The very qualities I love you for are the ones that will always make you a failure.
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#62. Goodnight, child. This is a damn shame. Let's drop it out of the picture." He gave her two lines of hospital patter to go to sleep on. "So many people are going to love you and it might be nice to meet your first love all intact, emotionally too. That's an old-fashioned idea, isn't it?
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#63. Mother says that two souls are sometimes created together and
and in love before they're born.
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#64. Men don't often know those times when a girl could be had for nothing.
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#66. Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.
The Sensible Thing
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#67. If you hated me, if you were covered with sores like a leper, if you ran away with another woman or starved me or beat me - how absurd this sounds - I'd still want you, I'd still love you. I KNOW, my darling.
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#68. They had never been closer in their month of love, nor communicated more profoundly one with another
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#69. You're three or four different men but each of them out in the open. Like all Americans.
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#71. After all, life hasn't much to offer except youth, and I suppose for older people, the love of youth in others.
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#72. He supposed many men meant no more than that when they said they were in love- not a wild submerge cd of soul, a dipping of all colors into an obscuring dye, such as his love for Nicile had been.
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#73. Her body calculated to a millimeter to suggest a bud yet guarantee a flower.
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#75. So they were desperately in love and being desperately in love involves a desperate existence.
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#76. The sheath that held her soul had assumed significance - that was all. She was a sun, radiant, growing, gathering light and storing it - then after an eternity pouring it forth in a glance, the fragment of a sentence, to that part of him that cherished all beauty and all illusion.
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#77. Take off that darn fur coat! ... Or maybe you'd like to have us open all the windows.
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#78. They weren't happy, and neither of them had touched the chicken or the ale
and yet they weren't unhappy either. There was an unmistakable air of natural intimacy about the picture and anybody would have said that they were conspiring together.
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#79. I hope I haven't given you the impression that I consider kissing intrinsically irrational.
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#81. Incessantly she puzzled him: one hour so intimate and charming, striving desperately toward an unguessed, transcendent union; the next, silent and cold, apparently unmoved by any consideration of their love or anything he could say.
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#82. If I knew words enough, I could write the longest love letter in the world and never get tired
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#86. No girl can permanently bolster up a lame-duck visitor, because these day it's every girl for herself.
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#87. It's just because I love the past that I want this house to look back on its glamourous moment of youth and beauty, and I want its stairs to creak as if to the footsteps of women with hoop skirts and men in boots and spurs. But they've made it into a blondined, rouged-up old woman of sixty.
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#89. It was as if for the remainder of his life he was condemned to carry with him the egos of certain people, early met and early loved, and to be only as complete as they were complete themselves. There was some element of loneliness involved
so easy to be loved
so hard to love.
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#90. This is all. It's been very rare to have known you, very strange and wonderful. But this wouldn't do - and wouldn't last.
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#91. I want you to lie to me just as sweetly as you know how for the rest of my life.
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#92. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.
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#93. If I hurt your feelings we ought to discuss it. I don't like this kiss-and-forget.'
'But I don't want to argue. I think it's wonderful that we can kiss and forget, and when we can't it'll be time to argue.
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#95. You're not in love with me. You never wanted to marry me, did you?' 'It was the twilight,' he said wonderingly.
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#96. Why shouldn't he? All life is just a progression toward and then a recession from one phrase
'I love you
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#97. But this can't be true! I can understand, of course, their obedience to women of charm - but to fat women? To bony women? To women with scrawny cheeks?
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#98. All my beautiful lovely safe world blew itself up here with a great gust of high explosive love.
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#99. I had traded the fight against love for the fight against loneliness, the fight against life for the fight against death.
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