F. Scott Fitzgerald

Here’s to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

Human sympathy has its limits, and we were contented to let all their tragic arguments fade with the city lights behind.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

I can’t exactly describe how I feel but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me cold.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

I hope she’ll be a fool – that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

I hope something happens. I’m restless as the devil and have a horror of getting fat or falling in love and growing domestic.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

I love her, and that’s the beginning and end of everything.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

I may turn out an intellectual, but I’ll never write anything but mediocre poetry.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

I never believe much in happiness. I never believe in misery either. Those are things you see on the stage or the screen or the printed page, they never really happen to you in life.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

I shall go on shining as a brilliantly meaningless figure in a meaningless world.

F. Scott Fitzgerald