Before you criticize others, remember, they may not have had the same opportunities in life as you have had
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDWell, 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.
More F. Scott Fitzgerald Quotes
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Experience is the name so many people give to their mistakes.
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You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known—and even that is an understatement.
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I was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
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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.
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And in the end, we were all just humans, Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.
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I want to tell you about your heart— you’ve probably been neglecting your heart—and you don’t know.
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I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything.
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I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.
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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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The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want.
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There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.
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The world, as a rule, does not live on beaches and in country clubs.
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You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.
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You’re a slave, a bound helpless slave to one thing in the world, your imagination.
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At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.
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