F. Scott Fitzgerald Quotes

I've met a man and fallen in love with him. I allowed myself to fall in love for one simple reason: I'm not expecting anything to come of it. I know that, in three months' time, I'll be far away and he'll be just a memory, but I couldn't stand living without love any longer; I had reached my limit.

I really thought that love would save us all.

Love is the child of illusion and the parent of disillusion.

There's something depressing about a young couple helplessly in love. Their state is so perfect, it must be doomed. They project such qualities on their lover that only disappointment can follow.

All of us, consciously or unconsciously, set out to have the best possible love life. Valentine's Day simply shines a light on the degree to which that didn't - or hasn't yet - materialized.

Oh God, to think that you only fall in love once in your entire life is such a depressing thought.

To see the years touch ye gives me joy", he whispered, "for it means that ye live.

Love. Of course, love. Flames for a year, ashes for thirty.

I love you', though, were three words she had often heard during her twenty-two years, and it seemed to her that they were now completely devoid of meaning, because they had never turned into anything serious or deep, never translated into a lasting relationship.

Love! Beyond measure — beyond death — it nearly kills. But one wouldn't have been without it.

The pleasures of love lasts but a fleeting but the pledges of life outlusts a lieftime.

Love that has nothing but beauty to keep it in good health is short-lived.

A blaze of love and extinction, was better than a lantern glimmer of the same which should last long years.

Dear Leonard. To look life in the face. Always to look life in the face and to know it for what it is. At last to know it. To love it for what it is, and then, to put it away. Leonard. Always the years between us. Always the years. Always the love. Always the hours.

Life is just a little opportunity for you during a few years to say, "I love you, too."

The love of her life dissolved into dreams.

The life so brief, the art so long in the learning, the attempt so hard, the conquest so sharp, the fearful joy that ever slips away so quickly - by all this I mean love, which so sorely astounds my feeling with its wondrous operation, that when I think upon it I scarce know whether I wake or sleep.

You think I'm in love, that I'm sent from above, I'm not that innocent.

To be in love is not the same as loving. You can be in love with a woman and still hate her.