• quote lit F. Scott Fitzgerald rarararambles •
I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do; I never got the trick of it.

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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.
I wish I could write. I get these ideas but I never seem to be able to put them in words.
It’s been very rare to have known you, very strange and wonderful.
I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do; I never got the trick of it.
You’re trying to leave yourself behind, but you can’t. The more you try to run away from yourself, the more you’ll have yourself with you.
I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.
And in the end we’re all just humans… drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.
Show me a hero, and I’ll write you a tragedy.