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    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “I like people and I like them to like me, but I wear my heart where God put it, on the inside. ”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald

  • #2
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “I couldn’t forgive him or like him, but I saw that what he had done was, to him, entirely justified. It was all very careless and confused. They were careless people, Tom and Daisy—they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #3
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “All I kept thinking about, over and over, was 'You can't live forever; you can't live forever.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #4
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #5
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “Writers aren’t people exactly. Or, if they’re any good, they’re a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Love of the Last Tycoon

  • #6
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “I'm a slave to my emotions, to my likes, to my hatred of boredom, to most of my desires.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

  • #7
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “I love her, and that's the beginning and end of everything.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, Dear Scott, Dearest Zelda: The Love Letters of F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald

  • #8
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “I hope something happens. I'm restless as the devil and have a horror of getting fat or falling in love and growing domestic.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

  • #9
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “Don't let yourself feel worthless: often through life you will really be at your worst when you seem to think best of yourself; and don't worry about losing your "personality," as you persist in calling it: at fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon, and when you are my age you will give out, as I do, the genial golden warmth of 4 p.m.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

  • #10
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “I want to give a really BAD party. I mean it. I want to give a party where there’s a brawl and seductions and people going home with their feelings hurt and women passed out in the cabinet de toilette. You wait and see.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night

  • #11
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “Life is so damned hard, so damned hard... It just hurts people and hurts people, until finally it hurts them so that they can't be hurt ever any more. That's the last and worst thing it does.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned

  • #12
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “I’m not sure what I’ll do, but— 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 Fitzgerald, The Ice Palace and Other Stories

  • #13
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “Tired, tired with nothing, tired with everything, tired with the world’s weight he had never chosen to bear.”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned

  • #14
    F. Scott Fitzgerald
    “He talked a lot about the past, and I gathered that he wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps, that had gone into loving Daisy. His life had been confused and disordered since then, but if he could once return to a certain starting place and go over it all slowly, he could find out what that thing was ....”
    F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

  • #15
    Sylvia Plath
    “I feel good with my husband: I like his warmth and his bigness and his being-there and his making and his jokes and stories and what he reads and how he likes fishing and walks and pigs and foxes and little animals and is honest and not vain or fame-crazy and how he shows his gladness for what I cook him and joy for when I make him something, a poem or a cake, and how he is troubled when I am unhappy and wants to do anything so I can fight out my soul-battles and grow up with courage and a philosophical ease. I love his good smell and his body that fits with mine as if they were made in the same body-shop to do just that. What is only pieces, doled out here and there to this boy and that boy, that made me like pieces of them, is all jammed together in my husband. So I don't want to look around any more: I don't need to look around for anything.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #16
    Sylvia Plath
    “I do not love; I do not love anybody except myself. That is a rather shocking thing to admit. I have none of the selfless love of my mother. I have none of the plodding, practical love. . . . . I am, to be blunt and concise, in love only with myself, my puny being with its small inadequate breasts and meager, thin talents. I am capable of affection for those who reflect my own world.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #17
    Sylvia Plath
    “I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core of nonfeeling, or stop questioning and criticizing life and take the easy way out. To learn and think: to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #18
    Sylvia Plath
    “I wonder why I don't go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip on hour more of sleep and live.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #19
    Sylvia Plath
    “I love people. Everybody. I love them, I think, as a stamp collector loves his collection. Every story, every incident, every bit of conversation is raw material for me. My love's not impersonal yet not wholly subjective either. I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I'll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time...”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #20
    Sylvia Plath
    “God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of "parties" with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long. Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship - but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #21
    Sylvia Plath
    “I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #22
    Sylvia Plath
    “So much working, reading, thinking, living to do! A lifetime is not long enough.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #23
    Sylvia Plath
    “My world falls apart, crumbles, “The centre cannot hold.” There is no integrating force, only the naked fear, the urge of self-preservation. I am afraid. I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb, paralysed cavern, a pit of hell, a mimicking nothingness. I never thought. I never wrote, I never suffered. I want to kill myself, to escape from responsibility, to crawl back abjectly into the womb. I do not know who I am, where I am going—and I am the one who has to decide the answers to these hideous questions. I long for a noble escape from freedom—I am weak, tired, in revolt from the strong constructive humanitarian faith which presupposes a healthy, active intellect and will. There is nowhere to go.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #24
    Sylvia Plath
    “You are a dream; I hope I never meet you.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #25
    Sylvia Plath
    “I can't deceive myself that out of the bare stark realization that no matter how enthusiastic you are, no matter how sure that character is fate, nothing is real, past or future, when you are alone in your room with the clock ticking loudly into the false cheerful brilliance of the electric light. And if you have no past or future which, after all, is all that the present is made of, why then you may as well dispose of the empty shell of present and commit suicide.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #26
    Sylvia Plath
    “I am dead to them, even though I once flowered.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #27
    Sylvia Plath
    “It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #28
    Sylvia Plath
    “There are times when a feeling of expectancy comes to me, as if something is there, beneath the surface of my understanding, waiting for me to grasp it. It is the same tantalizing sensation when you almost remember a name, but don't quite reach it. I can feel it when I think of human beings, of the hints of evolution suggested by the removal of wisdom teeth, the narrowing of the jaw no longer needed to chew such roughage as it was accustomed to; the gradual disappearance of hair from the human body; the adjustment of the human eye to the fine print, the swift, colored motion of the twentieth century. The feeling comes, vague and nebulous, when I consider the prolonged adolesence of our species; the rites of birth, marriage and death; all the primitive, barbaric ceremonies streamlined to modern times. Almost, I think, the unreasoning, bestial purity was best. Oh, something is there, waiting for me. Perhaps someday the revelation will burst in upon me and I will see the other side of this monumental grotesque joke. And then I'll laugh. And then I'll know what life is.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #29
    Sylvia Plath
    “Very few people do this any more. It's too risky. First of all, it's a hell of a responsibility to be yourself. It's much easier to be somebody else or nobody at all.”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

  • #30
    Sylvia Plath
    “I believe that there are people who think as I do, who have thought as I do, who will think as I do. There are those who will live, unconscious of me, but continuing my attitude, so to speak, as I continue, unknowingly, the similar attitude of those before me. I could write and write. All it takes is a motion of the hand in response to a brain impulse, trained from childhood to record in our own American brand of hieroglyphics the translations of external stimuli. How much of my brain is wilfully my own? How much is not a rubber stamp of what I have read and heard and lived? Sure, I make a sort of synthesis of what I come across, but that is all that differentiates me from another person? - - - That I have banged into and assimilated various things? That my environment and a chance combination of genes got me where I am?”
    Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath



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