Iโm not sure what Iโll do, butโ well, I want to go places and see people. I want my mind to grow. I want to live where things happen on a big scale.
F. Scott FitzgeraldThere was no God in his heart, he knew; his ideas were still in riot; there was ever the pain of memory; the regret for his lost youth-yet the waters of disillusion had left a deposit on his soul, responsibility and a love of life, the faint stirring of old ambitions and unrealized dreams...... And he could not tell why the struggle was worth while, why he had determined to use to 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 FitzgeraldNow the standard cure for one who is sunk is to consider those in actual destitution or physical sufferingโthis is an all-weather beatitude for gloom in general and fairly salutary day-time advice for everyone. But at three oโclock in the morning, a forgotten package has the same tragic importance as a death sentence, and the cure doesnโt workโand in a real dark night of the soul it is always three oโclock in the morning, day after day.
F. Scott FitzgeraldShe felt a little betrayed and sad, but presently a moving object came into sight. It was a huge horse-chestnut tree in full bloom bound for the Champs Elysees, strapped now into a long truck and simply shaking with laughter - like a lovely person in an undignified position yet confident none the less of being lovely. Looking at it with fascination, Rosemary identified herself with it, and laughed cheerfully with it, and everything all at once seemed gorgeous.
F. Scott Fitzgerald