1,417 Quotes by F. Scott Fitzgerald

He snatched the book from me and replaced it hastily on its shelf, muttering that if one brick was removed the whole library was liable to collapse.

All the evil hate in the mad heart of February was wrought into the forlorn and icy wind that cut its way cruelly across Central Park and down along Fifth Avenue.

Always, after he was in bed, there were voices - indefinite, fading, enchanting - just outside his window, and before he fell asleep he would dream one of his favorites waking dreams.

...he told me all the things he liked to THINK he thought in the misty past.

He put his arms around her, enclosing her completely as if he didn’t want even the intangible to escape.

It was testimony to the romantic speculation he inspired that there were whispers about him from those who had found little that it was necessary to whisper about in this world.

A precocious mistress of the long look, the sustained smile, the private voice and the delicate touch, devices of generations

Unlike Gatsby and Tom Buchanan I had no girl whose disembodied face floated along the dark cornices and blinding signs and so I drew up the girl beside me, tightening my arms. Her wan scornful mouth smiled and I drew her up again, closer, this time to my face.

Every man’s insomnia is as different from his neighbor’s as are their daytime hopes and aspirations.