Life 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 won’t kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I can’t get rid of habits.
More F. Scott Fitzgerald Quotes
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She wanted to crawl into his pocket and be safe forever.
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Life is a comedy for those who think and a tragedy for those who feel. Show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy.
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You are mysterious, I love you. You’re beautiful, intelligent, and virtuous, and that’s the rarest known combination.
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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.
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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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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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Too much of anything is bad, but too much Champagne is just right.
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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.
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You really ought to read more books – you know, those things that look like blocks but come apart on one side.
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They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.
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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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You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.
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The reason one writes isn’t the fact he wants to say something. He writes because he has something to say.
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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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At eighteen our convictions are hills from which we look; at forty-five they are caves in which we hide.
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