• lit F. Scott Fitzgerald larmoyante •
I wish I could write. I get these ideas but I never seem to be able to put them in words.

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I wish I could write. I get these ideas but I never seem to be able to put them in words.
Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.
You are mysterious, I love you. You’re beautiful, intelligent, and virtuous, and that’s the rarest known combination.
I want to know you moved and breathed in the same world with me.
lit wisdom letter father daughter F Scott Fitzgerald 1930s F. Scott Fitzgerald
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...
I don’t want to repeat my innocence. I want the pleasure of losing it again.
I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do; I never got the trick of it.