She wanted to crawl into his pocket and be safe forever.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDLong 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.
More F. Scott Fitzgerald Quotes
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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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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.
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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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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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Don’t forget who you are and where you come from.
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Intelligence is measured by a person’s ability to see validity within both sides of contradicting arguments.
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There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.
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It is not merely enough to have the ability to be persistant, you must also have the ability to start over.
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For what it’s worth, it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be.
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To be kind is more important than to be right. Many times, what people need is not a brilliant mind that speaks but a special heart that listens.
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To write it, it took three months; to conceive it three minutes; to collect the data in it all my life.
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She was feeling the pressure of the world outside and she wanted to see him and feel his presence beside her and be reassured that she was doing the right thing after all.
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So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star.
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So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
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The world, as a rule, does not live on beaches and in country clubs.
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