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Here’s to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

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.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALD

Care Cry Fire Myself
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.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALD

Day End Myself Time
I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALD

Habit Kiss Myself
I’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 FITZGERALD

Growth Mindset Myself People Place See
Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALD

Confusion Defeat
Intelligence is measured by a person’s ability to see validity within both sides of contradicting arguments.
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Ability Argument Intelligence Measurement Person See
Never confuse activity with action.
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Action Activity One Liner
At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALD

Cave Hide Ourselves
Experience is the name so many people give to their mistakes.
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Experience Mistake Name People
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.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALD

Bad Hands Lost Myself
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.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALD

Beautiful Discover Isolation Literature Lonely Yourself
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.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALD

Feeling Herself Presence Pressure Right
The reason one writes isn’t the fact he wants to say something. He writes because he has something to say.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALD

Himself Oneself Reason Writing
I’m a romantic; a sentimental person thinks things will last, a romantic person hopes against hope that they won’t.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALD

Hope Myself Person Romantic
Well, 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.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALD

Affection Live Occupation People Space Yourself
You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALD

Forget Myself Sad Stranger Try

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