F. Scott Fitzgerald Love Quotations

Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply.

good manners are an admission that everybody is so tender that they have to be handle with gloves.

Amory: I love you. Rosalind: I love you- now.

Men she knew'? - she had conceded vaguely to herself that all men who had ever been in love with her were her friends.

When the first-rate author wants an exquisite heroine or a lovely morning, he finds that all the superlatives have been worn shoddy by his inferiors. It should be a rule that bad writers must start with plain heroines and ordinary mornings, and, if they are able, work up to something better.

Feel like criticizing any one," he told me, "just remember

I love this simply because it's cute, and I guess it's a sign of the times in many respect. It's pretty much saying you complete me, only in the sweetest way possible.

Marriage was created not to be a background but to need one. Mine is going to be outstanding. It can't, shan't be the setting - it's going to be the performance, the lively, lovely, glamorous performance, and the world shall be the scenery.

It is in the thirties that we want friends. In the forties we know they won't save us any more than love did.

She was a faded but still lovely woman of twenty-seven.

It was about then [1920] that I wrote a line which certain people will not let me forget: "She was a faded but still lovely woman of twenty-seven."

They seemed nearer, not only mentally, but physically when they read ... Their chance was to make everything fine and finished and rich and imaginative; they must bend tiny golden tentacles from his imagination to hers, that would take the place of the great, deep love that was never so near, yet never so much of a dream.

You can’t repeat the past.” “Can’t repeat the past?” he cried incredulously. “Why of course you can!

I suppose the latest thing is to sit back and let Mr. Nobody from Nowhere make love to your wife.

why shouldn't he? All life is just a progression toward and then a recession from one phrase-- 'I love you

All I think of ever is that I love you.

I had traded the fight against love for the fight against loneliness, the fight against life for the fight against death.

Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete.

Beauty and love pass, I know... Oh, there's sadness, too. I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses-

Selfish people are in a way terribly capable of great loves.

you once liked me, didn't you?, he asked. LIKED you- I LOVED you. Everybody loved you. You could've had anybody you wanted for the asking.

"Oh, you want too much!" she cried to Gatsby. "I love you now-isn't that enough? I can't help what's past." She began to sob helplessly. "I did love him once-but I loved you too." Gatsby's eyes opened and closed. "You loved me too?" he repeated. "Even that's a lie," said Tom savagely. "She didn't know you were alive. Why-there're things between Daisy and me that you'll never know, things that neither of us can ever forget."

The compensation of a very early success is a conviction that life is a romantic matter. In the best sense one stays young.

I hope something happens. I'm restless as the devil and have a horror of getting fat or falling in love and growing domestic.

It seemed that the only lover she had ever wanted was a lover in a dream.

All I kept thinking about, over and over, was 'You can't live forever; you can't live forever.

No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.

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.

I love her, and that's the beginning and end of everything.

Life plays the same lovely and agonizing joke on all of us.

I want to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me.

Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.

This is perhaps the best feeling in the world. I love going to sleep at night and wondering what weird and wonderful dreams I'm going to have however I always prolong sleep as long as possible, immeasurably happy simply listening to the sound of my fiancees breathing and feeling his arms around me. It's when you fall in love with these little things that you know you're truly in love.

Once in a while I go off on a spree and make a fool of myself, but I always come back, and in my heart I love her all the time. - The Great Gatsby.

...I am slow-thinking and full of interior rules that act as brakes on my desires....

I wasn't actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.

The kiss originated when the first male reptile licked the first female reptile, implying in a subtle way that she was as succulent as the small reptile he had for dinner the night before.

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. I love her and it is the beginning of everything.

You are mysterious, I love you. You’re beautiful, intelligent, and virtuous, and that’s the rarest known combination.

You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known—and even that is an understatement.

There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.

I can't describe to you how surprised I was to find out I loved her, old sport. I even hoped for a while that she'd throw me over, but she didn't, because she was in love with me too. She thought I knew a lot beacause I knew different things from her....Well, there I was, way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute, and all of a sudden I didn't care. What was the use of doing great things if I could have a better time telling her what I was going to do? Gatsby

Someday I'm going to find somebody and love him and love him and never let him go.

unloved women have no biographies-- they have histories

The things that'll make you fail I'll love always.

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.