We walked through a high hallway into a bright rosy-colored space, fragilely bound into the house by French windows at either end. The windows were ajar and gleaming white against the fresh grass outside that seemed to grow a little way into the house. A breeze blew through the room, blew curtains in at one end and out the other like pale flags, twisting them up toward the frosted wedding-cake of the ceiling, and then rippled over the wine-colored rug, making a shadow on it as the wind does on the sea.
F. Scott FitzgeraldStichwörter: f-scott-fitzgerald the-great-gatsby
The growth of intimacy is like that. First one gives off his best picture, the bight and finished product mended with bluff and falsehood and humor. Then more details are required and one paints a second portrait, and a third--before long the best lines cancel out--and the secret is exposed at last; the panes of the pictures have intermingled and given us away, and though we paint and paint we can no longer sell a picture. We must be satisfied with hoping that such famous accounts of ourselves as we make to our wives and children and business associates are accepted as true.
F. Scott FitzgeraldStichwörter: f-scott-fitzgerald the-beautiful-and-the-damned
Human sympathy has its limits.
F. Scott FitzgeraldStichwörter: books f-scott-fitzgerald quotes-to-define-my-life the-great-gatsby
There's only one lesson to be learned form life, anyway," interrupted Gloria, not in contradiction but in a sort of melancholy agreement.
"What's that?" demanded Maury sharply.
"That there's no lesson to be learned from life.
Stichwörter: f-scott-fitzgerald the-beautiful-and-damned
I want you to lie to me just as sweetly as you know how for the rest of my life.
F. Scott FitzgeraldStichwörter: humor love lies romance sex relationships funny lying f-scott-fitzgerald sweet gatsby pirates fitzgerald zelda 20s flapper the-offshore-pirate
It’s just that I feel so sad these wonderful nights. I sort of feel they’re never coming again, and I’m not really getting all I could out of them.
F. Scott FitzgeraldStichwörter: f-scott-fitzgerald
I had a strong sudden instinct that I must be alone. I didn’t want to see any people at all. I had seen so many people all my life -- I was an average mixer, but more than average in a tendency to identify myself, my ideas, my destiny, with those of all classes that came in contact with. I was always saving or being saved -- in a single morning I would go through the emotions ascribable to Wellington at Waterloo. I lived in a world of inscrutable hostiles and inalienable friends and supporters.
F. Scott FitzgeraldStichwörter: life solitude loneliness alone f-scott-fitzgerald anxiety the-crack-up on-being-alone
Scott is gone.
I've had two days with this truth. This truth and me, we're acquainted now, past the shock of our first unhappy meeting and into the uneasy-cohabitation stage. Its barbs are slightly duller than they were that first night, when even breathing felt agonizing and wrong. Tootsie and Marjorie hovered over me, waiting to see whether I'd collapse, while Mama looked on, white-faced, from her rocker by the fire. "Gone?" I would whisper, to no-one in particular. I, too, waited for me to be overwhelmed - but all that happened was what happens to anyone who has lost their one love: my heart cleaved into two parts, before and foreverafterward.
Stichwörter: love f-scott-fitzgerald grief zelda-fitzgerald
Mr. Fitzgerald is a novelist and Mrs. Fitzgerald is a novelty
Ring LardnerStichwörter: f-scott-fitzgerald zelda-fitzgerald ring-lardner
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