F. Scott Fitzgerald

Suddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

That familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

That however the brains and abilities of men may differ, their stomachs are essentially the same.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

The afternoon had made them tranquil for a while, as if to give them a deep memory for the long parting the next day promised.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

The best of America drifts to Paris. The American in Paris is the best American.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

The cleverly expressed opposite of any generally accepted idea is worth a fortune to somebody.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

The farmers may be the backbone of the country, but who wants to be a backbone?

F. Scott Fitzgerald

The greatest profound pain is cased by, and is the result of our own illusions, fantasies and dreams.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

The reason one writes isn’t the fact he wants to say something. He writes because he has something to say.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

The rhythm of the weekend, with its birth, its planned gaiety, and its announced end, followed the rhythm of life and was a substitute for it.

F. Scott Fitzgerald