And he could not tell why the struggle was worthwhile, why he had determined to use the utmost himself and his heritage from the personalities he had passed... He stretched out his arms to the crystalline, radiant sky. I know myself," he cried, "But that is all.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThere is a momentโOh, just before the first kiss, a whispered wordโsomething that makes it worth while.
F. Scott FitzgeraldI had traded the fight against love for the fight against loneliness, the fight against life for the fight against death.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThat however the brains and abilities of men may differ, their stomachs are essentially the same.
F. Scott FitzgeraldIt was a grey day, that least fleshly of all weathers; a day of dreams and far hopes and clear visions. It was a day easily associated with those abstract truths and purities that dissolve in the sunshine or fade out in mocking laughter by the light of the moon. The trees and clouds were carved in classical severity; the sounds of the countryside had harmonized to a monotone, metallic as a trumpet, breathless as the Grecian urn.
F. Scott Fitzgerald