F Scott Fitzgerald Quotes Novels & Stories

One caught my attention, she doodled my name and a quote under it saying, "He was unexpected. I truly did not expect him or his effect on me, my heart, my mind, my feelings. He was the calming sound of the light, pitter-patter of drizzle on an April Sunday morning in my brutal, destructive hurricane." I smiled at myself. “I didn’t you were an aspiring Shakespeare.” I say to myself as I stare at her quote.

“Not my fault that I'm rich and everyone wants to be with me for money” “And it's not my fault that I'm poor and all rich men like me and want to protect me even while I'm pregnant for God knows who” “It's because you are a white lotus who uses her body and charm to seduce men” Scarlett found Mandy's words amusing and could not keep the smile off her face, “You should try using your body too, let's see if you can bag a man. Or maybe it's because we are poor?” Scarlett said sarcastically as she cocked her head to the side.

His metaphors were funny but surprisingly effective, and his passion bled through the jokes. “I underestimated you,” Oliver said quietly after a while. Scott leaned back against the beanbag. “People usually do. I let them.” “Why?” Scott shrugged. “If you let people think you’re harmless, they leave you alone. No expectations. No pressure.” Oliver looked at him and said, “But you’re not harmless.” Scott’s smile faltered. Then it returned softer, more honest. “Neither are you.” Oliver smiled. “Well we should study together more often instead of coming here and sitting at different tables.”

And risk causing my father another heart attack no way I said stubbornly, Please help me to bed I want to sleep I said looking at her Your stubbornness will kill you one day she muttered under her breath but I heard her" So be it I'll rather die of hunger I said ★★★ I thought if I got up early I would leave for work without seeing his face but it turned out I was wrong" Scott was an early riser ” Morning he greeted expressionlessly sitting on the opposite chair of the large table" Morning I said coldly without sparing him a glance as I focused on finishing my breakfast as fast as possible ”

He said, turning to him, "you have someone incredible. And I hope you never forget that she doesn’t need diamonds or fancy dinners. She needs someone who listens. Who sees her even when she’s trying to hide." He lifted his glass slightly. "To Naomi. And to second chances, even when they don’t come the way you expect." There was a soft chorus of "To Naomi" from the crowd. He set his glass down and walked away before I could see the look on his face. But I felt it. God help me, I felt it in every part of me that still belonged to him. “Are you alright?” Scott asked, tugging me a little. “I am alright. I just need to use the restroom.” I said, getting up on my feet. As soon as I was out of sigh

Spine cracked at the part we'd argued about during our first tutoring session. The green light. She'd said it was about hope. I'd said it was about wanting something you know will destroy you and reaching for it anyway. She'd looked at me across the table with those dark eyes and said that's not what Fitzgerald meant and I'd said maybe not, but it's what he wrote. I still think I was right.

“I know that it sounds ridiculous for someone like me to say that. I mean, I’m Scott. Scott who hasn’t had a date in over a decade. Who am I to not fancy her? It’s not right, is it?” I think about this for a moment. “If you don’t fancy someone, then you don’t fancy someone. There’s not a lot you can do about it.” “I know, but it’s why I don’t fancy her that’s the problem.” A waiter arrives with our breakfasts, and after reorganising the table, he finds the space to put them in front of us. I pick up a knife and fork and begin cutting a Quorn sausage. Then I glance up at Scott. He’s looking at me.

Then I remember I don’t bowl. Scott Dear Sarah, I’ve done it. I’m reading a poem that I know I should have read years ago, but it’s just so damn long. There’s a bit of Italian at the beginning that basically translates to, “Listen up,” and then there’s this: Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats

She found Joel still seated comfortably as he bobbed his head to the music in his ears. Shooting him a killing look, she sat on one of the chairs close to the door. The motivational posters of various colours that decorated the sky-blue painted walls caught her attention. And most of them, she observed, contained quotes from famous people. Some she had heard of and some she had read about. "A woman is like a tea bag; you never know how strong it is until it's in hot water." ~ Eleanor Roosevelt. That one made her smile. “The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." ~ Nelson Mandela

“That’s not going to impress me.” “No, of course not, darling.” He smiled, staring at me. “Did you remember the day after your mother’s funeral? You were sitting in a greenhouse house and we talked all night. You once told me you wanted to be on a yacht with lots of food and wine.” When Scott saw the look of surprise on my face, he smiled sadly. “You even told me about the meal you wanted to eat under a thousand stars...I remember everything, Cam. I also remember you telling me to make a drink out of different wines.”