F. Scott Fitzgerald - Tales of the Jazz Age (1922)

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The farmers may be the backbone of the country, but who wants to be a backbone?

F. Scott Fitzgerald
At any rate, let us love for a while, for a year or so, you and me. That's a form of divine drunkenness that we can all try. There are only diamonds in the whole world, diamonds and perhaps the shabby gift of disillusion.

F. Scott Fitzgerald
There's a right way of doing things and a wrong way. If you've made up your mind to be different from everybody else, I don't suppose I can stop you, but I really don't think it's very considerate.

F. Scott Fitzgerald
I never noticed the stars before. I always thought of them as great big diamonds that belonged to some one. Now they frighten me. They make me feel that it was all a dream, all my youth.

F. Scott Fitzgerald
I care not who hoes the lettuce of my country if I can eat the salad!

F. Scott Fitzgerald
You are mysterious, I love you. You're beautiful, intelligent, and virtuous, and that's the rarest known combination.

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It is youth's felicity as well as its insufficiency that it can never live in the present, but must always be measuring up the day against its own radiantly imagined future

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You're a historian. Tell me if there are any bath-tubs in history. I think they've been frightfully neglected.

F. Scott Fitzgerald
I'll drink your champagne. I'll drink every drop of it, I don't care if it kills me.

F. Scott Fitzgerald
You're just the romantic age, she continued- fifty. Twenty-five is too worldly wise; thirty is apt to be pale from overwork; forty is the age of long stories that take a whole cigar to tell; sixty is- oh, sixty is too near seventy; but fifty is the mellow age. I love fifty. - Hildegarde

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It was a marriage of love. He was sufficiently spoiled to be charming; she was ingenuous enough to be irresistible. Like two floating logs they met in a head-on rush, caught, and sped along together.

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Love is fragile — she was thinking — but perhaps the pieces are saved, the things that hovered on lips, that might have been said. The new love-words, the tenderness learned, and treasured up for the next lover.

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But it was too late. He had angered Providence by resisting too many temptations. There was nothing left but heaven, where he would meet only those who, like him, had wasted earth.

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Our lives are defined by opportunities, even the ones we miss.

F. Scott Fitzgerald