F. Scott Fitzgerald

Her body calculated to a millimeter to suggest a bud yet guarantee a flower. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#bud #calculated #flower #guarantee #her

His was a great sin who first invented consciousness. Let us lose it for a few hours. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#few #first #great #his #hours

Each night when she prepared for bed she smeared her face with some new unguent which she hoped illogically would give back the glow and freshness to her vanishing beauty. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#beauty #youth #age

I told him. And as I walked on I was lonely no longer. I was a guide, a pathfinder, an original settler. He had casually conferred on me the freedom of the neighborhood. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#freedom

They damned the books I read and the things I thought by calling them immoral; later the fashion changed, and they damned things by calling them ‘clever. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#beauty

A man's social rank is determined by the amount of bread he eats in a sandwich. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#sandwich #social-standing #status #beauty

The fruit of youth or of the grape, the transitory magic of the brief passage from darkness to darkness - the old illusion that truth and beauty were in some way entwined. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#drinking #youth #beauty

Rather nice night, after all. Stars are out and everything. Exceptionally tasty assortment of them. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#night #stars #beauty

Yet how bored they both looked, and how wearily Ethel regarded Jim sometimes, as if she wondered why she had trained the vines of her affection on such a wind-shaken poplar. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#love #relationships #love

Summer is only the unfulfilled promise of spring, a charlatan in place of the warm balmy nights I dream of in April. It’s a sad season of life without growth…It has no day. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#promise #seasons #spring #summer #dreams