one of those men who reach such an acute limited excellence at twenty−one that everything afterward savors of anti−climax.
F. Scott FitzgeraldAngry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.
F. Scott FitzgeraldIsn’t Hollywood a dump — in the human sense of the word. A hideous town, pointed up by the insulting gardens of its rich, full of the human spirit at a new low of debasement.
F. Scott FitzgeraldMots clés humor opinion bitter inner-thoughts the-crack-up
I've found my line- from now on this comes first. This is my immediate duty- without this I am nothing.
F. Scott FitzgeraldSo he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness.
F. Scott FitzgeraldMots clés life happiness pain strong happy taste deep feel little
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I'm very damn wet!' he said aloud to the sundial.
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When Vanity kissed Vanity, a hundred happy Junes ago, he pondered o'er her breathlessly, and, that all men might ever know, he rhymed her eyes with life and death:
"Thru Time I'll save my love!" he said. . . yet Beauty vanished with his breath, and, with her lovers, she was dead. . .
-Ever his wit and not her eyes, ever his art and not her hair:
"Who'd learn a trick in rhyme, be wise and pause before his sonnet there". . . So all my words, however true, might sing you to a thousandth June, and no one ever know that you were Beauty for an afternoon.
So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star.
F. Scott FitzgeraldFor a moment the last sunshine fell with romantic affection upon her glowing face; her voice compelled me forward breathlessly as I listened - then the glow faded, each light deserting her with lingering regret, like children leaving a pleasant street at dusk.
F. Scott FitzgeraldAnd lastly from that period I remember riding in a taxi one afternoon between very tall buildings under a mauve and rosy sky; I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again.
F. Scott FitzgeraldMots clés sadness
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