F. Scott Fitzgerald Quotes

We must leave this terrifying place to-morrow and go searching for sunshine.

The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function.

Take off that darn fur coat!...Or maybe you'd like to have us open all the windows.

Art isn't meaningless... It is in itself. It isn't in that it tries to make life less so.

no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther. . . And then one fine morning—So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

By God, I may be old-fashioned in my ideas, but women run around too much these days to suit me. They meet all kinds of crazy fish.

The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in mind at the same time and still retain the ability to function.

I love her and that's the beginning and end of everything.

Most people think everybody feels about them much more violently than they actually do they think other people's opinions of them swing through great arcs of approval or disapproval.

The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain.

Vitality shows in not only the ability to persist but the ability to start over.

First you take a drink then the drink takes a drink then the drink takes you.

This selfishness is not only part of me. It is the most living part.It is somehow transcending rather than by avoiding that selfishness that I can bring poise and balance into my life.

Communism as I see it has no place in the United States, and the American people will not stand for its teachings.

Nothing is as obnoxious as other people's luck.

So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness.

Thirty--the promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single men to know, a thinning brief-case of enthusiasm, thinning hair.

Experience is not worth the getting. It's not a thing that happens pleasantly to a passive you--it's a wall that an active you runs up against.

There was a kindliness about intoxication - there was that indescribable gloss and glamour it gave, like the memories of ephemeral and faded evenings.

I'll drink your champagne. I'll drink every drop of it, I don't care if it kills me.