Quotes about Life
The soft rush of taxis by him, and laughter, laughters hoarse as a crow's, incessant and loud, with the rumble of the subways underneath - and over all, the revolutions of light, the growings and recedings of light - light dividing like pearls - forming and reforming in glittering bars and circles and monstrous grotesque figures cut amazingly on the sky.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
There's a loneliness that only exists in one's mind. The loneliest moment in someone's life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is blink.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
Life is essentially a cheat and its conditions are those of defeat; the redeeming things are not happiness and pleasure but the deeper satisfactions that come out of struggle.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
Art isn't meaningless... It is in itself. It isn't in that it tries to make life less so.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
Very few of the people who accentuate the futility of life remark the futility of themselves. Perhaps they think that in proclaiming the evil of living they somehow salvage their own worth from the ruin - but they don't, even you and I...
— F Scott Fitzgerald
Your life on earth will be, as always, the interval between two significant glances in a mundane mirror.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
Then it had not been merely the stars to which he had aspired on that June night. He came alive to me, delivered suddenly from the womb of his purposeless splendour.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
Most of us are content to exist and breed and fight for the right to do both, and the dominant idea, the foredoomed attest to control one's destiny, is reserved for the fortunate or unfortunate few.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses—
— F Scott Fitzgerald
There's a loneliness that only exists in one's mind. The loneliest moment in someone's life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart and all they can do is stare blankly.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
It was astonishing to think that life had once been the sum of her current love-affairs. It was now the sum of her current problems.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
At both ends of life man needed nourishment: a breast - a shrine. Something to lay himself beside when no one wanted him further, and shoot a bullet into his head.
— F Scott Fitzgerald