#fitzgerald

She was overstrained with grief and loneliness: almost any shoulder would have done as well. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#gatsby #lonely #love #romance #love

Reserving judgements is a matter of infinite hope. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#hope

I didn't want to see her because it would make me feel better. I came because without her, it's hard to remember who I am... ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#sisters

As Henry Dan Piper, one of Fitzgerald's most perceptive critics, has commented, his fiction heroes "are destroyed because they attempt to fulfill themselves through their social relationships. They cannot distinguish between social values like popularity, charm, and success, and the more lasting moral values." Their creator did make that distinction, however, and so was constantly surrounding his characters with a mist of admiration and then blowing it away. ↗

— Scott Donaldson

#fitzgerald #love

I live in a house over there on the Island, and in that house there is a man waiting for me. When he drove up at the door I drove out of the dock because he says I’m his ideal. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#american-dream #fitzgerald #jazz-age-stories #short-stories #women

I have a fondness for jazz, particularly for jazz singers, Billie Holiday and Ella Fitzgerald all the way through the Sinatra era. ↗

— Bob Iger

#billie holiday #ella #ella fitzgerald #era #fitzgerald

Now he realized the truth: that sacrifice was no purchase of freedom. It was like a great elective office, it was like an inheritance of power - to certain people at certain times an essential luxury, carrying with it not a guarantee but a responsibility, not a security but an infinite risk. Its very momentum might drag him down to ruin - the passing of the emotional wave that made it possible might leave the one who made it high and dry forever on an island of despair...Sacrifice by its very nature was arrogant and impersonal; sacrifice should be eternally supercilious. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#sacrifice #this-side-of-paradise #freedom

I'd known since girlhood that I wanted to be a book editor. By high school, I'd pore over the acknowledgments section of novels I loved, daydreaming that someday a brilliant talent might see me as the person who 'made her book possible' or 'enhanced every page with editorial wisdom and insight.' Could I be the Maxwell Perkins to some future Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Wolfe? ↗

— Bridie Clark

#dreams #editing #fitzgerald #hemingway #wolfe

Emma giggled. "I don't think so." She nudged him playfully. "Just go on over and make them an offer they can't refuse on taking your fiancee upstairs to consummate your engagement." He scowled at her. "You're supposed to consummate a marriage, not an engagement. ↗

— Katie Ashley

#emma-harrison #katie-ashley #the-proposal #marriage

... while I bathed, while I tried but failed to sleep, I considered how I might become more like the women I respected and admired. Surrounded as I was by ambitious, accomplished women, I couldn't ignore the little voice in my head that said maybe I was supposed to shed halfway, and do something significant. Contribute something. Accomplish something. Choose. Be. ↗

— Therese Anne Fowler

#zelda-fitzgerald #respect