Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply - I was casually sorry, and then I forgot.
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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
'Look here, old sport, [...] what's your opinion of me, anyhow?' A little overwhelmed, I began the generalized evasions which that question deserves.
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.
Thirty — the promise of a decade of loneliness, a thinning list of single men to know, a thinning briefcase of enthusiasm, thinning hair.
In this heat every extra gesture was an affront to the common store of life.
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
The loneliest moment in someone's life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.
He looked at her the way all women want to be looked at by a man.
He looked at her the way all women want to be looked at by a man.
The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.
So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.
The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun.
I wish I had done everything on Earth with you.
His heart beat faster and faster as Daisy’s white face came up to his own. He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning fork…
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.
In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since.
In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since.
IN MY YOUNGER and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I’ve been turning over in my mind ever since.
If personality is an unbroken series of successful gestures, then there was something gorgeous about him, some heightened sensitivity to the promises of life, as if he were related to one of those intricate machines that register earthquakes ten thousand miles away.