Sometimes it is harder to deprive oneself of a pain than of a pleasure and the memory so possessed him that for the moment there was nothing to do but to pretend. ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night. (Scribner; Reprint edition July 1, 1995) Originally published 1934.
I want to tell you about your heart—you’ve probably been neglecting your heart—and you don’t know. — F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise. (Scribner March 26, 1920)
I hope something happens. I’m restless as the devil and have a horror of getting fat or falling in love and growing domestic. — F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise. (Scribner March 26, 1920)
All life is just a progression toward, and then a recession from, one phrase—“I love you.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald, from “The Offshore Pirate,” Flappers and Philosophers. (Dodo Press August 3, 2006) Originally published by Charles Scribner’s Sons (1920)
…] as she talked and caught his eyes and turned her lovely head, she moved him as he had never been moved before. 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… Continue reading F. Scott Fitzgerald
At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon, and when you are my age you will give out, as I do, the genial golden warmth of 4 p.m. ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise. (Scribner March 26, 1920)
There is a moment—Oh, just before the first kiss, a whispered word—something that makes it worthwhile. ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise. (Scribner March 26, 1920)