F. Scott Fitzgerald quotes

No one person in the world is necessary to you or to me.

I know I’m not a regular fellow, yet I loathe anybody else that isn’t.

Amory found it rather fascinating to feel that any popular girl he met before eight he might quite possibly kiss before twelve.

He wanted to kiss her, kiss her a lot, because then he knew he could leave in the morning and not care.

Don’t let yourself feel worthless; often through life you will really be at your worst when you seem to think best of yourself

There used to be two kinds of kisses: First when girls were kissed and deserted; second, when they were engaged. Now there’s a third kind, where the man is kissed and deserted.

She won’t marry him, but a girl doesn’t have to marry a man to break his heart.

I’m so happy that I’m frightened. Wouldn’t it be awful if this was—was the high point?...

Marrying you would be a failure and I never fail

Beware of losing yourself in the personality of another being, man or woman.

I’m one of those people who go through the world giving other people thrills, but getting few myself except those I read into men on such nights as these. I have the social courage to go on the stage, but not the energy; I haven’t the patience to write books; and I never met a man I’d marry. However, I’m only eighteen.

To-morrow I’m going to leave New York for good. It’s a bad town unless you’re on top of it.

I’m restless. My whole generation is restless. I’m sick of a system where the richest man gets the most beautiful girl if he wants her, where the artist without an income has to sell his talents to a button manufacturer.

It was always the becoming he dreamed of, never the being.

I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses—

Princeton drew him most, with its atmosphere of bright colors and its alluring reputation as the pleasantest country club in America.

I've tried so many times to think of a new way to say it—and its still I love you—love you—love you—my Sweetheart—

I wish the Beautiful and Damned had been a maturely written book because it was all true. We ruined ourselves—I have never honestly thought that we ruined each other

The nearest I ever came to leaving you was when you told me you thot I was a fairy in the Rue Palatine but now whatever you said aroused a sort of detached pity for you.

We came to Europe and I was sick and complained always.

We drank always and finally came to France because there were always too many people in the house.

Then I was horribly sick, from trying to have a baby and you didn't care much and when I was well we came back to Paris.

We lived in the rue Tilsitt, in red plush and Teddy came for tea and we went to the markets with the Murphies.