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It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living.

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F. Scott Fitzgerald

We must leave this terrifying place to-morrow and go searching for sunshine.

By F. Scott Fitzgerald

I don’t care about truth. I want some happiness.

By F. Scott Fitzgerald

If truth is the end of life, happiness is the mode of it, to be cherished in its brief and tremulous moment.

By F. Scott Fitzgerald

So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness.

By F. Scott Fitzgerald

If you spend your life sparing people’s feelings and feeding their vanity, you get so you can’t distinguish what should be respected in them.

By F. Scott Fitzgerald

It was always the becoming he dreamed of, never the being.

By F. Scott Fitzgerald

He was in love with every pretty woman he saw now, their forms at a distance, their shadows on the walls.

By F. Scott Fitzgerald

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

By F. Scott Fitzgerald

I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others--young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.

By F. Scott Fitzgerald

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.

By F. Scott Fitzgerald

I want to marry Anthony, because husbands are so often ‘husbands’ and I must marry a lover.

By F. Scott Fitzgerald

He felt that to succeed here the idea of success must grasp and limit his mind.

By F. Scott Fitzgerald

Rather nice night, after all. Stars are out and everything. Exceptionally tasty assortment of them.

By F. Scott Fitzgerald

The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.

By F. Scott Fitzgerald

You know I'm old in some ways-in others-well, I'm just a little girl. I like sunshine and pretty things and cheerfulness-and I dread responsibility.

By F. Scott Fitzgerald

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We must leave this terrifying place to-morrow and go searching for sunshine.

I don’t care about truth. I want some happiness.

If truth is the end of life, happiness is the mode of it, to be cherished in its brief and tremulous moment.

So he tasted the deep pain that is reserved only for the strong, just as he had tasted for a little while the deep happiness.

If you spend your life sparing people’s feelings and feeding their vanity, you get so you can’t distinguish what should be respected in them.

It was always the becoming he dreamed of, never the being.

He was in love with every pretty woman he saw now, their forms at a distance, their shadows on the walls.

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

I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others--young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.

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.

I want to marry Anthony, because husbands are so often ‘husbands’ and I must marry a lover.

He felt that to succeed here the idea of success must grasp and limit his mind.

Rather nice night, after all. Stars are out and everything. Exceptionally tasty assortment of them.

The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night.

You know I'm old in some ways-in others-well, I'm just a little girl. I like sunshine and pretty things and cheerfulness-and I dread responsibility.