And in the end, we were all just humans, Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDAnd in the end, we were all just humans, Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDLife starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDThe world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDSo we’ll just let things take their course, and never be sorry.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDNo matter how low you go, there’s always an unexplored basement.
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 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 FITZGERALDIt’s not a slam at you when people are rude, it’s a slam at the people they’ve met before.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDI am tired of knowing nothing and being reminded of it all the time.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDExperience is the name so many people give to their mistakes.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDShe wanted to crawl into his pocket and be safe forever.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDWell, 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 FITZGERALDThe ability to hold two competing thoughts in one’s mind and still be able to function is the mark of a superior mind
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDI never blame failure – there are too many complicated situations in life – but I am absolutely merciless toward lack of effort.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDThe loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALDSuddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be.
F. SCOTT FITZGERALD