I want to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me.
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F. Scott Fitzgerald
Francis Scott Key Fitzgerald (September 24, 1896 – December 21, 1940), known professionally as F. Scott Fitzgerald, was an American novelist and short story writer, whose works illustrate the Jazz Age. While he achieved limited success in his lifetime, he is now widely regarded as one of the greatest American writers of the 20th century. Fitzgerald is considered a member of the "Lost Generation" of the 1920s. He finished four novels: This Side of Paradise, The Beautiful and Damned, The Great Gatsby, and Tender Is the Night. A fifth, unfinished novel, The Last Tycoon, was published posthumously. Fitzgerald also authored 4 collections of short stories, as well as 164 short stories in magazines during his lifetime. 2Early life Born in 1896 in Saint Paul, Minnesota, to an upper-middle-class family, Fitzgerald was named after his famous second cousin, three times removed on his father's side, Francis Scott Key, but was always known as plain Scott Fitzgerald. He was also named after his deceased sister, Louise Scott Fitzgerald, one of two sisters who died shortly before his birth. "Well, three months before I was born," he wrote as an adult, "my mother lost her other two children ... I think I started then to be a writer." His father was Edward Fitzgerald, of Irish and English ancestry, who had moved to S
Well, let it pass; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.
There I was, way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute.
There I was, way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute.
In my heart I love her all the time.
In my heart I love her all the time.
I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.
Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth – but there was an excitement in her voice that men who cared for her found difficult to forget...
Love isn’t like it is in books.
It takes two to make an accident.
Whenever you feel like criticizing any one…just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.
And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.
Whenever you feel like criticizing any one...just remember that all the people in this world haven’t had the advantages that you’ve had.
People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away.
He looked at her the way all girls wanted to be looked at.
You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.
There I was, way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute.
I was within and without. Simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
All I kept thinking about, over and over, was ‘You can’t live forever; you can’t live forever.
People disappeared, reappeared, made plans to go somewhere, and then lost each other, searched for each other, found each other a few feet away.