F. Scott Fitzgerald, fully Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald

F. Scott
Fitzgerald, fully Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald
1896
1940

American Novelist, Short-Story Writer best known for The Great Gatsby and Tender is the Night which were both made into films

Author Quotes

You never knew exactly how much space you occupied in people`s lives.

You're a historian. Tell me if there are any bath-tubs in history. I think they've been frightfully neglected.

You never know what's coming for you.

You're a rotten driver,' I protested. 'Either you ought to be more careful or you oughtn't to drive at all.' 'I am careful.' 'No, you're not.' 'Well, other people are,' she said lightly. 'What's that got to do with it?' 'They'll keep out of my way,' she insisted. 'It takes two to make an accident.' 'Suppose you met somebody just as careless as yourself.' 'I hope I never will,' she answered. 'I hate careless people. That's why I like you.' Her grey, sun-strained eyes stared straight ahead, but she had deliberately shifted our relations, and for a moment I thought I loved her.

You once liked me, didn't you?, he asked. LIKED you- I LOVED you. Everybody loved you. You could've had anybody you wanted for the asking.

You're a slave, a bound helpless slave to one thing in this world, your imagination.

You remind me of a smoked cigarette.

You're not in love with me. You never wanted to marry me, did you?' 'It was the twilight,' he said wonderingly.

You said a bad driver was only safe until she met another bad driver? Well, I met another bad driver, didn't I? I mean it was careless of me to makes such a wrong guess. I thought you were rather an honest, straightforward person I thought it was your secret pride. I'm thirty, I said. I'm five years too old to lie to myself and call it honor. She didn't answer. Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.

You're not sentimental?' 'No, I'm romantic-- a sentimental person thinks things will last-- a romantic person hopes against hope that they won't. Sentiment is emotional.

You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.

You're not sorry to go, of course. With people like us our home is where we are not... No one person in the world is necessary to you or to me.

You seem to take things so personally, hating people and worshipping them--always thinking people are so important--especially yourselves. You just ask to be kicked around. I like people and I like them to like me, but I wear my heart where God put it--on the inside.

You're simply stubborn. You think you don't want to be like any one else. You always have been that way, and you always will be. But just think how it would be if every one else looked at things as you do — what would the world be like?

You are mine-you know you're mine! he cried wildly...the moonlight twisted in through the vines and listened... the fireflies hung upon their whispers as if to win his glance from the glory of their eyes.

You should have risen above it, I said smugly. It's not a slam at you when people are rude -- it's a slam at the people they've met before.

You're the only girl I've seen for a long time that actually did look like something blooming.

You are mysterious, I love you. YouÂ’re beautiful, intelligent, and virtuous, and thatÂ’s the rarest known combination.

You will admit that if it was not life it was magnificent.

You're three or four different men but each of them out in the open. Like all Americans.

You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known—and even that is an understatement.

You will feel your own reflection sliding along the eyes of those who look at you. You are no longer insulated; but I suppose you must touch life in order to spring from it.

You're very polite, but I belong to another generation.

You are the loveliest thing that I have ever known.

You will walk differently alone, dear, through a thicker atmosphere, forcing your way through the shadows of chairs, through the dripping smoke of the funnels. You will feel your own reflection sliding along the eyes of those who look at you. You are no longer insulated; but I suppose you must touch life in order to spring from it.

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First Name
F. Scott
Last Name
Fitzgerald, fully Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald
Birth Date
1896
Death Date
1940
Bio

American Novelist, Short-Story Writer best known for The Great Gatsby and Tender is the Night which were both made into films