F. Scott Fitzgerald: Herring

“The helpless ecstasy of loosing himself in her charm was a powerful opiate rather than a tonic.”

Source: The Great Gatsby

F. Scott Fitzgerald book Winter Dreams

Source: Winter Dreams

“If he had to bring all the bitterness and hatred of the world into his heart, he was not going to be in love with her again.”

“What do you think of that? It’s stopped raining."
I’m glad Jay." Her throat, full of aching, grieving beauty, told only of her unexpected joy.”

Source: Tender Is the Night

“When she saw him face to face their eyes met and brushed like birds’ wings. After that everything was all right, everything was wonderful, she knew that he was beginning to fall in love with her.”

Source: The Great Gatsby

“The fire blazing in her dark and injured heart seemed to glow around her like a flame.”

Source: Tender Is the Night

F. Scott Fitzgerald book The Beautiful and Damned

Source: The Beautiful and Damned

“I wouldn't ask too much of her," I ventured. "You can't repeat the past."

"Can't repeat the past? he cried incredulously. "Why of course you can!”

“What was the use of doing great things if I could have a better time telling her what I was going to do?”

Source: The Great Gatsby

“He looked at her and for a moment she lived in the bright blue worlds of his eyes, eagerly and confidently.”

Source: The Great Gatsby

“Her beauty climbed the rolling slope, it came into the room, rustling ghost-like through the curtains…”

Source: Tender Is the Night

“She admired him; she was used to clutching her hands together in his wake and heaving audible sighs.”

Source: Tender Is the Night

F. Scott Fitzgerald book The Crack-Up

Source: The Crack-Up

“She was a dark, unenduring little flower - yet he thought he detected in her some quality of spiritual reticence, of strength drawn from her passive acceptance of all things. In this he was mistaken.”

F. Scott Fitzgerald book The Beautiful and Damned

Source: The Beautiful and Damned

“He loved her, and he would love her until the day he was too old for loving--but he could not have her. So 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 Fitzgerald book Winter Dreams

Source: Winter Dreams

“He wanted to appear suddenly to her in novel and heroic colors. He wanted to stir her from that casualness she showed toward everything except herself.”

F. Scott Fitzgerald book The Beautiful and Damned

Source: The Beautiful and Damned

“Better let it all alone in the depths of her heart and the depths of the sea.”

“all the time something within her was crying for a decision.
She wanted her life shaped now, immediately — and the decision must be made by some force — of love, of money, of unquestionable practicality — that was close at hand”

Source: The Popular Girl

“That Kitty was capable of any deep grief was unbelievable. He had gradually grown to think of her as something unapproachable and callous. She would get a divorce, of course, and eventually she would marry again. He began to consider this. Whom would she marry? He laughed bitterly, stopped; a picture flashed before him — of Kitty's arms around some man whose face he could not see, of Kitty's lips pressed close to other lips in what was surely: passion.”

Source: The Great Gatsby

“The shadow of a dove
Falls on the cote, the trees are filled with wings;
And down the valley through the crying trees
The body of the darker storm flies; brings
With its new air the breath of sunken seas
And slender tenuous thunder...
But I wait...
Wait for the mists and for the blacker rain —
Heavier winds that stir the veil of fate,
Happier winds that pile her hair;
Again
They tear me, teach me, strew the heavy air
Upon me, winds that I know, and storm.”

"The Lees of Happiness"
Quoted, Tales of the Jazz Age (1922)

“Those were the days of "Florodora" and of sextets, of pinched-in waists and blown-out sleeves, of almost bustles and absolute ballet skirts, but here, without doubt, disguised as she might be by the unaccustomed stiffness and old fashion of her costume, was a butterfly of butterflies. Here was the gayety of the period — the soft wine of eyes, the songs that flurried hearts, the toasts and tie bouquets, the dances and the dinners. Here was a Venus of the hansom, cab, the Gibson girl in her glorious prime. Here was…”

Quoted, This Side of Paradise (1920)

“I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity and her flaming self-respect. And it's these things I’d believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn’t all she should be. But of course the real reason, Isabelle, is that I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything. You’re still a Catholic, but Zelda’s the only God I have left now.”

"The Lees of Happiness"
Quoted, Tales of the Jazz Age (1922)