f scott fizgerald

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter - tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms father….And one fine morning – So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.
—  F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual. There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick, but wounds still. The marks of suffering are more comparable to the loss of a finger, or of the sight of an eye. We may not miss them, either, for one minute in a year, but if we should there is nothing to be done about it.
—  F Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night
..there was one of his lonelinesses coming, one of those times where he walked the streets or sat, aimless and depressed, biting a pencil at his desk. It was a self-absorption with no comfort, a demand for expression with no outlet, a sense of time rushing by, ceaselessly and endlessly - assuaged only by the conviction there was nothing to waste, because all efforts and attainments were equally valueless.
—  pg 80. The Beautiful and the Damned - F. Scott Fitzgerald
I woke up out of the ether with an utterly abandoned feeling, and asked the nurse right away if it was a boy or a girl. She told me it was a girl, and so I turned my head away and wept. ‘All right,’ I said, 'I’m glad it’s a girl. And I hope she’ll be a fool–that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.’
—  F. Scott Fitzgerald, Daisy Buchanan, The Great Gatsby

F. Scott Fitzgerald wrote this letter to his 11-year-old daughter, Scottie:

Things to worry about:

Worry about courage
Worry about cleanliness
Worry about efficiency
Worry about horsemanship

Things not to worry about: 

Don’t worry about popular opinion
Don’t worry about dolls
Don’t worry about the past
Don’t worry about the future
Don’t worry about growing up
Don’t worry about anybody getting ahead of you
Don’t worry about triumph
Don’t worry about failure unless it comes through your own fault
Don’t worry about mosquitoes
Don’t worry about flies
Don’t worry about insects in general
Don’t worry about parents
Don’t worry about boys
Don’t worry about disappointments
Don’t worry about pleasures
Don’t worry about satisfactions

Things to think about: 

What am I really aiming at?
How good am I really in comparison to my contemporaries in regard to:

(a) Scholarship
(b) Do I really understand about people and am I able to get along with them?
© Am I trying to make my body a useful instrument or am I neglecting it?

With dearest love,

Daddy

Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know–because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, And when I got it it turned to dust in my hands.I’ve often thought that if I hadn’t got what I wanted things might have been different with me. I might have found something in my mind and enjoyed putting it in circulation. I might have been content with the work of it, and had some sweet vanity out of the success. I suppose that at one time I could have had anything I wanted, within reason, but that was the only thing I ever wanted with any fervor. God! And that taught me you can’t have anything, you can’t have anything at all. Because desire just cheats you. It’s like a sunbeam skipping here and there about a room. It stops and gilds some inconsequential object, and we poor fools try to grasp it–but when we do the sunbeam moves on to something else, and you’ve got the inconsequential part, but the glitter that made you want it is gone–“


F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned