...two souls are sometimes created together and—and in love before they're born.
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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
I knew that what was left of me would always love you, but never in quite the same way.
The only lover she had ever wanted was a lover in a dream.
If you’re tired of kissing me I’d better go.
I knew that what was left of me would always love you, but never in quite the same way.
The feel of her head against his shoulder, of her familiar body, sent a shock of emotion over him. His arms holding her had a tendency to tighten around her.
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.’
The feel of her head against his shoulder, of her familiar body, sent a shock of emotion over him. His arms holding her had a tendency to tighten around her.
Well, let it pass, he thought; April is over, April is over. There are all kinds of love in the world, but never the same love twice.
His heart turned over at the kindness of her eyes.
I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.
They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.
They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.
I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything.
Sweetheart I’ve been frightfully busy, but you know I have thought of you every minute.
I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything.