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 FITZGERALDI 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.
More F. Scott Fitzgerald Quotes
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And in the end, we were all just humans, Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.
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Don’t forget who you are and where you come from.
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Begin with an individual, and before you know it you find that you have created a type; begin with a type, and you find that you have created – nothing.
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Well, you never knew exactly how much space you occupied in people’s lives.
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No matter how low you go, there’s always an unexplored basement.
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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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I won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.
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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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At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.
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The greatest profound pain is cased by, and is the result of our own illusions, fantasies and dreams.
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Experience is the name so many people give to their mistakes.
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Vitality shows in not only the ability to persist but the ability to start over.
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Here’s to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.
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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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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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