Top 500 F. Scott Fitzgerald Quotes (2025 Update)
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401. “I’ve heard it said that Daisy’s murmur was only to make people lean toward her; an irrelevant criticism that made it no less charming.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

402. “By the next autumn she was gay again, gay as ever.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

403. “There is a moment – Oh, just before the first kiss, a whispered word – something that makes it worth while.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

404. “When I’m with you, I don’t breathe quite right.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

405. “Daisy put her arm through his abruptly but he seemed absorbed in what he had just said. Possibly it had occurred to him that the colossal significance of that light had now vanished forever. Compared to the great distance that had separated him from Daisy it had seemed very near to her, almost touching her. It has seemed as close as a star to the moon. Now it was again a green light on a dock. His count of enchanted objects had diminished by one.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

406. “The bottle of whiskey – the second one – was now in constant demand by all present, excepting Catherine, who ’felt just as good on nothing at all.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

407. “Oh, I’ll stay in the East, don’t you worry,” he said, glancing at Daisy and then back at me, as if he were alert for something more. “I’d be a God damned fool to live anywhere else.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

408. “I spent my Saturday nights in New York, because those gleaming, dazzling parties of his were with me so vividly that I could still hear the music and the laughter, faint and incessant, from his garden, and the cars going up and down his drive.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

409. “The faces of most American women over thirty are relief maps of petulant and bewildered unhappiness.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

410. “They had never been closer in their month of love, nor communicated more profoundly one with another, than when she brushed silent lips against his coat’s shoulder or when he touched the end of her fingers, gently, as though she were asleep.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

411. “When a girl feels that she’s perfectly groomed and dressed she can forget that part of her. That’s charm.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

412. “They had spent a year in France for no particular reason, and then drifted here and there unrestfully wherever people played polo and were rich together.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

413. “She saw something awful in the very simplicity she failed to understand.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

414. “The helpless ecstasy of loosing himself in her charm was a powerful opiate rather than a tonic.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

415. “The exhilarating ripple of her voice was a wild tonic in the rain.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

416. “This isn’t just an epigram – life is much more successfully looked at from a single window, after all.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

417. “We haven’t met for many years, said Daisy, her voice as matter-of-fact as it could ever be. “Five years next November.” The automatic quality set us all back at least another minute.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

418. “For Daisy was young and her artificial world was redolent of orchids and pleasant, cheerful snobbery and orchestras which set the rhythm of the year, summing up the sadness and suggestiveness of life in new tunes.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

419. “I want to go to Princeton,” said Amory. “I don’t know why, but I think of all Harvard men as sissies, like I used to be, and all Yale men as wearing big blue sweaters and smoking pipes.” Monsignor.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

420. “The mouth was wide open and ripped at the corners, as though she had choked a little in giving up the tremendous vitality she had stored so long.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

421. “Life was a damned muddle – a football game with everyone offside and the referee gotten rid of – everyone claiming the referee would have been on his side.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

422. “You’re a slave, a bound helpless slave to one thing in this world, your imagination.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

423. “She wouldn’t let go of the letter. She took it into the tub with her and squeezed it up in a wet ball, and only let me leave it in the soap dish when she saw that it was coming to pieces like snow.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

424. “And Yale is November, crisp and energetic.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

425. “All the bright precious things fade so fast.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

426. “You are the loveliest thing that I have ever known.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

427. “I want to be a society vampire, you see.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

428. “Never walk near the bed; to a ghost your ankle is your most vulnerable part-once in bed, you’re safe; he may lie around under the bed all night, but you’re safe as daylight. If you still have doubts pull the blanket over your head.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

429. “Shakespeare – whetting, frustrating, surprising and gratifying.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

430. “At the gray tea hour there were always rooms that throbbed incessantly with this low, sweet fever, while fresh faces drifted here and there like rose petals blown by the sad horns around the floor.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

431. “Lie to me by the moonlight. Do a fabulous story.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

432. “He says unloved women have no biographies – they have histories.” Anthony laughed again. “Surely.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

433. “Tom and Daisy stared, with that peculiarly unreal feeling that accompanies the recognition of a hitherto ghostly celebrity of the movies.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

434. “As we passed over the dark bridge her wan face fell lazily against my coat’s shoulder and the formidable stroke of thirty died away with the reassuring pressure of her hand.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

435. “I am a woman and my business is to hold things together. My business is to tear them apart.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

436. “Often I think writing is a sheer paring away of oneself leaving always something thinner, barer, more meagre.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

437. “Their eyes met, and they stared together at each other, alone in space.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

438. “Well, it’s a fine book, and everybody ought to read it.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

439. “She looked at me and laughed pointlessly. Then she flounced over to the dog, kissed it with ecstasy, and swept into the kitchen, implying that a dozen chefs awaited her orders there.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

440. “His dark eyes took me in, and I wondered what they would look like if he fell in love.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

441. “Have a drink Tom and then you won’t feel so foolish to yourself.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

442. “I want to give a really BAD party. I mean it. I want to give a party where there’s a brawl and seductions and people going home with their feelings hurt and women passed out in the cabinet de toilette. You wait and see.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

443. “One thin’s sure and nothing’s surer The rich get richer and the poor get – children. In the meantime, In between time...”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

444. “Scratch a Yale man with both hands and you’ll be lucky to find a coast-guard. Usually you find nothing at all.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

445. “A big man has no time really to do anything but just sit and be big.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

446. “Even when the east excited me most, even when I was keenly aware of its superiority to the broad, sprawling, swollen towns beyond the Ohio, with their interminable inquisitions which only spared children and the very old-even then it had always for me a quality of distortion.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

447. “They were still in the happier stages of love. They were full of brave illusions about each other, tremendous illusions, so that the communion of self with self seemed to be on a plane where no other human relations mattered.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

448. “Men get to be a mixture of the charming mannerisms of the women they have known.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

449. “As the still ocean paths before the shark in starred and glittering waterways, beauty-high, the moon-swathed trees divided, pair on pair, while flapping nightbirds cried across the air.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

450. “The hangover became a part of the day as well allowed-for as the Spanish siesta.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald