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She confused him and hindered the flow of his ideas. Self-expression had never seemed at once so desirable and so impossible.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
Then she added in a sort of childish delight: 'We'll be poor, won't we? Like people in books. And I'll be an orphan and utterly free. Free and poor! What fun!' She stopped and raised her lips to him in a delighted kiss. 'It's impossible to be both together,' said John grimly. 'People have found that out. And I should choose to be free as preferable of the two...
— F Scott Fitzgerald
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
The world is so overgrown that it can't lift its own fingers, and I was planning to be such an important finger-
— F Scott Fitzgerald
He was in love with every pretty woman he saw now, their forms at a distance, their shadows on the walls.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
Her grey, sun-strained eyes stared straight ahead, but she had deliberately shifted our relations, and for a moment I thought I loved her. But I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires, and I knew that first I had to get myself definitely out of that tangle back home.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
He was her DARK FAIRYTALE and She was his TWISTED FANTASY. Together they made MAGIC.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
Suddenly he was inside the radius of her perfume and kissing her breathlessly.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
I'm more beautiful than anybody else," she said brokenly, "why can't I be happy?
— F Scott Fitzgerald
I'm afraid I'm in love with you and that's not the best thing that could happen.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
he had made his choice, chosen Ophelia, chosen the sweet poison and drunk it. Wanting above all to brave and kind, he had wanted, even more than that, to be loved. So it had been. So it would ever be…
— F Scott Fitzgerald
a negligée of robin's-egg blue laid out upon the bed diffused a faint perfume, elusive and familiar. On a chair were a pair of stockings and a street dress; an open powder box yawned upon the bureau. She had gone out.
— F Scott Fitzgerald