Francis Scott Fitzgerald: Frases en inglés (página 17)

“I was enjoying myself now. I had taken two finger bowls of champagne and the scene had changed before my eyes into something significant, elemental and profound.”

“It is sadder to find the past again and find it inadequate to the present than it is to have it elude you and remain forever a harmonious conception of memory.”

“She laughed with thrilling scorn. "Sophisticated-God, I'm sophisticated!”

“Your photograph is all I have: it is with me from the morning when I wake up with a frantic half dream about you to the last moment when I think of you and of death at night.”

“She admired him; she was used to clutching her hands together in his wake and heaving audible sighs.”

“You have a place in my heart no one else ever could have.”

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

“If that was true he must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream.”

“She was a dark, unenduring little flower - yet he thought he detected in her some quality of spiritual reticence, of strength drawn from her passive acceptance of all things. In this he was mistaken.”

“I felt that I wanted the world to be in uniform and at a sort of moral attention forever; I wanted no more riotous excursions with privileged glimpses into the human heart.”

“There's no substitute for will. Sometimes you have to fake will when you don't feel it at all.”

“The worst thing in the world is to try to sleep and not to.”

“He had possessed the arrogance of a tall member of a short race, with no obligation save to be tall.”

“I’d like to just get one of those pink clouds and put you in it and push you around.”

“He was going to live in New York, and be known at every restaurant and café, wearing a dress suit from early evening to early morning, sleeping away the dull hours of the forenoon.”

“You remind me of a smoked cigarette.”

“He loved her, and he would love her until the day he was too old for loving--but he could not have her. 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.”

“He wanted to appear suddenly to her in novel and heroic colors. He wanted to stir her from that casualness she showed toward everything except herself.”

“he wanted people to like his mind again-after awhile it might be such a nice place in which to live.”