F. Scott Fitzgerald
Writer
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F. Scott Fitzgerald, a defining voice of the Jazz Age, explored ambition, love, and the allure of the American Dream in his writing. His quotes reflect his lyrical style and keen insight into desire, success, and disillusionment. Together, they offer timeless reflections on hope, identity, and the fragile beauty of aspiration.
It was always the becoming he dreamed of, never the being.
From This Side of Paradise
The kiss originated when the first male reptile licked the first female reptile, implying in a subtle way that she was as succulent as the small reptile he had for dinner the night before.
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 you're not, I hope you have the strength to start over again.
You know I'm old in some ways-in others-well, I'm just a little girl. I like sunshine and pretty things and cheerfulness-and I dread responsibility.
From This Side of Paradise
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
From The Great Gatsby
I love her, and that's the beginning and end of everything.
From Dear Scott, Dearest Zelda: The Love Letters of F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald
They were still in the happier stage of love. They were full of brave illusions about each other, tremendous illusions, so that the communion of self with self seemed to be on a plane where no other human relations mattered. They both seemed to have arrived there with an extraordinary innocence as though a series of pure accidents had driven them together, so many accidents that at last they were forced to conclude that they were for each other. They had arrived with clean hands, or so it seemed, after no traffic with the merely curious and clandestine.
From Tender Is the Night
It was always the becoming he dreamed of, never the being.
From This Side of Paradise
The kiss originated when the first male reptile licked the first female reptile, implying in a subtle way that she was as succulent as the small reptile he had for dinner the night before.
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 you're not, I hope you have the strength to start over again.
You know I'm old in some ways-in others-well, I'm just a little girl. I like sunshine and pretty things and cheerfulness-and I dread responsibility.
From This Side of Paradise
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
From The Great Gatsby
I love her, and that's the beginning and end of everything.
From Dear Scott, Dearest Zelda: The Love Letters of F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald
They were still in the happier stage of love. They were full of brave illusions about each other, tremendous illusions, so that the communion of self with self seemed to be on a plane where no other human relations mattered. They both seemed to have arrived there with an extraordinary innocence as though a series of pure accidents had driven them together, so many accidents that at last they were forced to conclude that they were for each other. They had arrived with clean hands, or so it seemed, after no traffic with the merely curious and clandestine.
From Tender Is the Night
It was always the becoming he dreamed of, never the being.
From This Side of Paradise
The kiss originated when the first male reptile licked the first female reptile, implying in a subtle way that she was as succulent as the small reptile he had for dinner the night before.
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 you're not, I hope you have the strength to start over again.
You know I'm old in some ways-in others-well, I'm just a little girl. I like sunshine and pretty things and cheerfulness-and I dread responsibility.
From This Side of Paradise
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
From The Great Gatsby
I love her, and that's the beginning and end of everything.
From Dear Scott, Dearest Zelda: The Love Letters of F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald
They were still in the happier stage of love. They were full of brave illusions about each other, tremendous illusions, so that the communion of self with self seemed to be on a plane where no other human relations mattered. They both seemed to have arrived there with an extraordinary innocence as though a series of pure accidents had driven them together, so many accidents that at last they were forced to conclude that they were for each other. They had arrived with clean hands, or so it seemed, after no traffic with the merely curious and clandestine.
From Tender Is the Night
