• 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.
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.
lit wisdom letter father daughter F Scott Fitzgerald 1930s F. Scott Fitzgerald
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.
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.
The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.