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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?

F. Scott Fitzgerald

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
So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star.
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Himself Listening Patience Stars Wait
It 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

Day Generosity Live Night Smile Worth
At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.
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Cave Hide Ourselves
The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.
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Blank Fall Life Lonely World
Vitality shows in not only the ability to persist but the ability to start over.
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Ability Persistence Start
And in the end, we were all just humans, Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALD

Break Drink End Healing Human Ideas Ourselves
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 Literature Lonely Yourself
Either you think, or else others have to think for you and take power from you, pervert and discipline your natural tastes, civilize and sterilize you.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALD

Civilization Discipline Natural Power Thinking Yourself
There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.
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Kind Love World
And in the end, we were all just humans, Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALD

Broken End Healing Human Ideas Love
You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known—and even that is an understatement.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALD

Beautiful Love Person Praise Yourself
Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat.
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Confusion Defeat
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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Myself People Secret Talk Wonderful
It 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

Cost Day Light Morning Night Smile Worth
You really ought to read more books – you know, those things that look like blocks but come apart on one side.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALD

Block Book Reading Side Yourself

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