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 FITZGERALDYou 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 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.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDYou really ought to read more books – you know, those things that look like blocks but come apart on one side.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDThe greatest profound pain is cased by, and is the result of our own illusions, fantasies and dreams.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDLife is so damned hard, so damned hard… It just hurts people and hurts people, until finally it hurts them so that they can’t be hurt ever any more. That’s the last and worst thing it does.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDI suppose books mean more than people to me anyway
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDOne should, for example, be able to see that things are hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDYou have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDTo 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.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDI want to tell you about your heart— you’ve probably been neglecting your heart—and you don’t know.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDBefore you criticize others, remember, they may not have had the same opportunities in life as you have had
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDIt 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 FITZGERALDThe world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDAnd I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDHere’s to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDThe reason one writes isn’t the fact he wants to say something. He writes because he has something to say.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALD