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. — F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise. (Scribner March 26, 1920)
It happens that I want you, and so I just haven’t room for any other desires. — F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned. (Simon & Schuster June 25, 2002) Originally published 1922.
If I knew words enough, I could write the longest love letter in the world and never get tired. — F. Scott Fitzgerald, from “Head and Shoulders,” The Best Early Stories of F. Scott Fitzgerald. (Modern Library; Modern Library Pbk. Ed edition, November 8, 2005) Originally published 1924.
I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity. — F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby. (Charles Scribner’s Sons, April 10, 1925)
As he held her and tasted her, and as she curved in further and further toward him, with her own lips, new to herself, drowned and engulfed in love, yet solaced and triumphant, he was thankful to have an existence at all, if only as a reflection in her wet eyes. — F. Scott Fitzgerald,… Continue reading F. Scott Fitzgerald
No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart. — F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby. (Charles Scribner’s Sons April 10, 1925)
And then, one fairy night, May became June. ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night. (Scribner; Reprint edition July 1, 1995) Originally published 1934.
I used to build dreams about you. — F. Scott Fitzgerald, from “Benediction,” Flappers and Philosophers. (Dodo Press August 3, 2006) Originally published by Charles Scribner’s Sons (1920)
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)
