Quotes about Life
We drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
With the awakening of his emotions, his first perception was a sense of futility, a dull ache at the utter grayness of his life.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
Courage is a sort of insistence on the value of life and the worth of transient things.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
All life was transmitted into terms of their love, all experience, all desires, all ambitions, were nullified - their senses of humour crawled into corners to sleep;
— F Scott Fitzgerald
he was learning the rarity in a single life, of encountering true emotion.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
Vich Deelish My heart is in the heart of my son And my life is in his life surely A man can be twice young In the life of his sons only.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
I feel sure we are the great coming nation—yet—and she sighed—I feel my life should have drowsed away close to an older, mellower civilization, a land of greens and autumnal browns—
— F Scott Fitzgerald
And then in a jiffy he was under the high ceiling of his great front room. This was entirely satisfactory. Here, after all, life began. Here he slept, breakfasted, read and entertained.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
Very few of the people who accentuate the futility of life remarks the futility of themselves.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
Art isn't meaningless. - It is in itself. It isn't in that it tries to make life less so. - In other words, Dick, you're playing before a grandstand peopled with ghosts. - Give a good show anyhow. - On the contrary, I'd feel, it being a meaningless world, why write? The very attempt to give it purpose is purposeless. Well, even admitting all that, be a decent pragmatist and grant a poor man the instinct to live. Would you want everyone to accept that sophistic rot?
— F Scott Fitzgerald
Oh God! One minute it's my world, and the next I'm the world's fool.
— F Scott Fitzgerald
He was at once the commonest and the most remarkable product of civilization. He was nine out of ten people that one passes on a city street—and he was a hairless ape with two dozen tricks. He was the hero of a thousand romances of life and art—and he was a virtual moron, performing staidly yet absurdly a series of complicated and infinitely astounding epics over a span of threescore years.
— F Scott Fitzgerald