F. Scott Fitzgerald Quotes

A light wind swept over the corn, and all nature laughed in the sunshine.

Breath, dreams, silence, invincible calm, you triumph.

I love order. It's my dream. A world where all would be silent and still, and each thing in its last place, under the last dust.

Peace may sound simple - one beautiful word - but it requires everything we have, every quality, every strength, every dream, every high ideal.

Drowsing, they take the noble attitude of a great sphinx, who, in a desert land, sleeps always, dreaming dreams that have no end.

As sunbeams stream through liberal space And nothing jostle or displace, So waved the pine-tree through my thought And fanned the dreams it never brought.

Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep - he hath awakened from the dream of life - 'Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep with phantoms an unprofitable strife.

Last night I had a peace dream.

There are certain half-dreaming moods of mind in which we naturally steal away from noise and glare, and seek some quiet haunt where we may indulge our reveries and build our air castles undisturbed.

That deep silence has a melody of its own, a sweetness unknown amid the harsh discords of the world's sounds.

My hours are peaceful centuries.

Heaven is to be at peace with things.

You wake from dreams of doom and--for a moment--you know: beyond all the noise and the gestures, the only real thing, love's calm unwavering flame in the half-light of an early dawn.

My favorite piece [piece of music] is the one we hear all the time if we are quiet.

I feel that art has something to do with the achievement of stillness in the midst of chaos.

Be still. In that focus, all else comes into focus. In that rift in my routine, the universe falls into alignment.

What is peace? Balance three iron skewers tip to tip, one upon the other; at the summit, emplace and egg, so that it too poises static in mid-air, and there you have the condition of peace in this world of men.

There is a majestic grandeur in tranquillity.

There's no peace like the peace of an inner courtyard on a sunny day.

The first thing he noticed was how quiet it was. This was nothing like the kind of quiet he heard when he woke up in the middle of the night after a bad dream. When that happened, there were always strange, unidentifiable sounds seeping into his room from the tiny gaps where the windowpanes weren't sealed together correctly. At those moments he could always tell there was life outside, even if all that life was fast asleep. It was a silence that wasn't silence at all.

Choosing stillness in the midst of chaos is the path toward living in peace.

When we plant trees, we plant the seeds of peace and seeds of hope.

The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves The brilliant moon and all the milky sky And all that famous harmony of leaves Had blotted out man's image and his cry.

She sleeps: her breathings are not heard In palace chambers far apart. The fragrant tresses are not stirr'd That lie upon her charmed heart She sleeps: on either hand upswells The gold-fringed pillow lightly prest: She sleeps, nor dreams, but ever dwells A perfect form in perfect rest.

That bright blue ball rising over the moon's surface, containing everything we hold dear - the laughter of children, a quiet sunset, all the hopes and dreams of posterity - that's what's at stake. That's what we're fighting for. And if we remember that, I'm absolutely sure we'll succeed.