For a transitory enchanted
moment man must have held his breath in the presence of this continent,
compelled into an aesthetic contemplation he neither understood nor desired,
face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity
for wonder. F. Scott Fitzgerald
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“Any person with any imagination is bound to be afraid.” F.Scott
Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
“So he waited,
listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a
star. Then he kissed her. At his lips’ touch she blossomed for him like a
flower and the incarnation was complete.” The
Great Gatsby
“Dearest: I am always
grateful for all the loyalties you gave me, and I am always loyal to the
concepts that held us together so long: the belief that life is tragic, that a
man’s spiritual reward is the keeping of his faith: that we shouldn’t hurt each
other. And I love, always your fine writing talent, your tolerance and
generosity; and all your happy endowments. Nothing could have survived our
life.”
“Old death is so
beautiful- so very beautiful- we will die together, I know. Sweetheart…”
“Love went on around him - reproachless love and illicit
love alike.” F. Scott Fitzgerald,
Love in the Night
“I’d love to be in
love.” F. Scott Fitzgerald, Rags Martin- Jones and the Prince of
Wales
“To be of great wit
and conversational powers, and simultaneously strong and serious and silent. To
be generous and open and self-sacrificing, yet to be somewhat mysterious and
sensitive and even a little bitter with melancholy. To be both light and dark.
To harmonize this, to melt all this down into a single man - ah, there was
something to be done.” F.Scott Fitzgerald, The Perfect Life
"The things that we have done together and the awful
splits that have broken us into war survivals in the past stay like a sort of
atmosphere around any house that I inhabit. The good things and the first years
together, and the good months that we had two years ago in Montgomery will stay
with me forever, and you should feel like I do that they can be renewed, if not
in a new spring, then in a new summer. I love you, my darling."
“Your photograph is
all I have: it is with me from the morning when I wake up with a frantic half
dream about you to the last moment when I think of you and of death at night.” Scott to Zelda, 1930
“I don’t suppose I
really know you very well - but I know you smell like the delicious damp grass
that grows near old walls and that your hands are beautiful opening out of your
sleeves and that the back of your head is a mossy sheltered cave when there is
trouble in the wind and that my cheek just fits the depression in your
shoulder.” Zelda to Scott, 1931
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