Фрэнсис Скотт Фицджеральд: Цитаты на английском языке (страница 8)

“At any rate, let us love for a while, for a year or so, you and me. That's a form of divine drunkenness that we can all try. There are only diamonds in the whole world, diamonds and perhaps the shabby gift of disillusion.”

“in crowded rooms they would form words with their lips for each other's eyes”

“I don't care about truth. I want some happiness.”

“Nothing is as obnoxious as other people's luck.”

“It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life.”

“People living alone get used to loneliness.”

“Love is fragile -- she was thinking -- but perhaps the pieces are saved, the things that hovered on lips, that might have been said. The new love-words, the tenderness learned, and treasured up for the next lover.”

“Youth is like having a big plate of candy. Sentimentalists think they want to be in the pure, simple state they were in before they ate the candy. They don't. They just want the fun of eating it all over again.”

“Those days are over. I have to be won all over again every time you see me.”

“She wanted to exist only as a conscious flower, prolonging and preserving herself”

“Well, you never knew exactly how much space you occupied in people's lives. Yet from this fog his affection emerged--the best contacts are when one knows the obstacles and still wants to preserve a relation.”

“Someday I'm going to find somebody and love him and love him and never let him go.”

“He was so terrible that he was no longer terrible, only dehumanized.”

“Everywhere we go and move on and change, something's lost--something's left behind. You can't ever quite repeat anything, and I've been so yours, here”

“A stirring warmth flowed from her, as if her heart was trying to come out to you concealed in one of those breathless, thrilling words.”

“Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses”

“He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God.”

“I can’t tell you just how wonderful she is. I don’t want you to know. I don’t want any one to know.”

“Dishonesty in a woman is a thing you never blame deeply - I was casually sorry, and then I forgot.”