Life 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.
More F. Scott Fitzgerald Quotes
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I’m a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires.
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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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Someday I’m going to find somebody and love him and love him and never let him go.
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I never blame failure – there are too many complicated situations in life – but I am absolutely merciless toward lack of effort.
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Don’t forget who you are and where you come from.
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Things 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.
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No matter how low you go, there’s always an unexplored basement.
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Life is essentially a cheat and its conditions are those of defeat; the redeeming things are not happiness and pleasure but the deeper satisfactions that come out of struggle.
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Vitality shows in not only the ability to persist but the ability to start over.
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Life is a comedy for those who think and a tragedy for those who feel. Show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy.
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I was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
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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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Long ago, there was something in me, but now that thing is gone. Now that thing is gone, that thing is gone. I cannot cry. I cannot care. That thing will come back no more.
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Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat.
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That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.
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