F. Scott Fitzgerald Quotes

For myself, I declare I don't know anything about it. But the sight of the stars always makes me dream.

I love the stars. Because they can't say anything. I love the stars. Because they do not judge anyone.

The stars shine as they always do. Same stars. Same sky. Only I am different.

My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?

The sight of stars always sets me dreaming just as naively as those black dots on a map set me dreaming of towns and villages. Why should these points of light in the firmament, I wonder, be less accessible than the dark ones on the map of France? We take a train to go to Torascon or Roven and we take death to a star.

Teach me your mood, O patient stars. Who climb each night, the ancient sky. leaving on space no shade, no scars, no trace of age, no fear to die.

Dreams age faster than dreamers.

The Sun, the stars and the seasons as they pass, some can gaze upon these with no strain of fear.

A head full of stars, just not in constellation yet.

And now each night, I count the stars. And each night I get the same number. And when the stars won't come to be counted, I count the holes they leave.

The stars are always up in the sky...then when it is perfectly black, they feel less vulnerable and out they come.

Happiness has not to all the same name: to Youth she is known as the Future; Age knows her as the Dream.

In the end we all come to be cured of our sentiments. Those whom life does not cure death will. The world is quite ruthless in selecting between the dream and reality, even where we will not. Between the wish and the thing the world lies waiting. I've thought a great deal about my life and my country. I think there is little that can be truly known. My family has been fortunate. Others were less so. As they are often quick to point out.

You know, I wish I wasn't so young when I made some of my movies, because I thought that's what the rest of my life was going to be like and I'd have all the time in the world to enjoy it. It wasn't and I didn't.

The faintness of the stars, the freshness of the morning, the dewdrop on the flower, speaks to me.

I don't know anything with certainty, but seeing the stars makes me dream.

Then stars arise, and the night is holy.

But where I itty now, O my brothers, is all on my oddy knocky, where you cannot go. Tomorrow is all like sweet flowers and the turning vonny earth and the stars and the old Luna up there. ... And all that cal.

If the stars are suns and the earth is the earth and there are men only upon this earth and anything can put an end to anything and any dog does anything like anybody does it what is the difference between eternity and anything.

Did not one spend the first half of one's days in dreams of happiness and the second half in regrets and terrors?

The Stars are setting and the Caravan Starts for the Dawn of Nothing-Oh, make haste!