For what it’s worth, it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of and if you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDSo we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
More F. Scott Fitzgerald Quotes
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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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Here’s to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.
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The greatest profound pain is cased by, and is the result of our own illusions, fantasies and dreams.
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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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Having once found the intensity of art, nothing else that can happen in life can ever again seem as important as the creative process.
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You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.
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I am tired of knowing nothing and being reminded of it all the time.
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I didn’t realize it, but the days came along one after another, and then two years were gone, and everything was gone, and I was gone.
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Experience is the name so many people give to their mistakes.
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Before you criticize others, remember, they may not have had the same opportunities in life as you have had
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The reason one writes isn’t the fact he wants to say something. He writes because he has something to say.
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And I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.
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You really ought to read more books – you know, those things that look like blocks but come apart on one side.
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Before you criticize others, remember, they may not have had the same opportunities in life as you have had.
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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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