• lit F. Scott Fitzgerald winter dreams larmoyante •
Long ago, there was something in me, but now that thing is gone. Now that thing is gone, that thing is gone. I cannot cry. I cannot care. That thing will come back no more.

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Long ago, there was something in me, but now that thing is gone. Now that thing is gone, that thing is gone. I cannot cry. I cannot care. Th...
I used to build dreams about you.
I wish I could write. I get these ideas but I never seem to be able to put them in words.
lit wisdom letter father daughter F Scott Fitzgerald 1930s F. Scott Fitzgerald
Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.
I want to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me.
You are mysterious, I love you. You’re beautiful, intelligent, and virtuous, and that’s the rarest known combination.
I can’t tell you just how wonderful she is. I don’t want you to know. I don’t want any one to know.
I wish I could write. I get these ideas but I never seem to be able to put them in words.
I want excitement; and I don’t care what form it takes or what I pay for it, so long as it makes my heart beat.
It’s been very rare to have known you, very strange and wonderful.
Her face was sad and lovely with bright things in it, bright eyes and a bright passionate mouth but there was an excitement in her voice tha...