Experience is the name so many people give to their mistakes.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDExperience is the name so many people give to their mistakes.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDI’m a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDYou remind me of a smoked cigarette.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDSuddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDYou are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known—and even that is an understatement.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDLife starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDYou really ought to read more books – you know, those things that look like blocks but come apart on one side.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDAt eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDI’m not sure what I’ll do, but— well, I want to go places and see people. I want my mind to grow. I want to live where things happen on a big scale.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDThings are sweeter when they’re lost. I know–because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDWas 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?
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDThe world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDShe wanted to crawl into his pocket and be safe forever.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDNever confuse a single defeat with a final defeat.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDIt’s not a slam at you when people are rude, it’s a slam at the people they’ve met before.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDIt was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALD