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.
F. Scott FitzgeraldF. Scott Fitzgerald For what it’s worth, it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of and if you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over.
F. Scott FitzgeraldF. 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 FitzgeraldF. Scott Fitzgerald The world, as a rule, does not live on beaches and in country clubs.
F. Scott FitzgeraldF. Scott Fitzgerald You really ought to read more books – you know, those things that look like blocks but come apart on one side.
F. Scott FitzgeraldF. Scott Fitzgerald Experience is the name so many people give to their mistakes.
F. Scott FitzgeraldF. Scott Fitzgerald Celibacy goes deeper than the flesh.
F. Scott FitzgeraldF. Scott Fitzgerald I suppose books mean more than people to me anyway
F. Scott FitzgeraldF. Scott Fitzgerald 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 FitzgeraldF. Scott Fitzgerald 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 FitzgeraldF. Scott Fitzgerald We were dirt poor but we had each other. We didn’t need much to have a lot.
Brad NeatonBrad Neaton Always show kindness and love to others. Your words might be filling the empty places in someone else heart.
Alexander KandovAlexander Kandov One quick sip of your memory I let it slip, and I go on without you.
Emma SchippersEmma Schippers If the scars on my heart were visible to the naked eye, maybe you’d think twice about inflicting more.
Laura Natoli-KearneyLaura Natoli-Kearney I am getting better at forgetting you. I am slowly but steadily learning the art of forgetting you.
Juana GarciaJuana Garcia Paper and pen petrify me, for they pierce right through me, drawing deep blue blood, leaving me utterly cold.
Shreya JoshiShreya Joshi
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