Saturday July 05, 2014 at 23:29

aseaofquotes:

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night
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aseaofquotes:

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night

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Saturday July 05, 2014 at 23:28

b-undt:

harleyfix:

There are few things in this world that I love more than black coffee and the words of Henry David Thoreau.

 

b-undt:

harleyfix:

There are few things in this world that I love more than black coffee and the words of Henry David Thoreau.

 

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Saturday July 05, 2014 at 23:27

aseaofquotes:

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night

aseaofquotes:

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night

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Saturday July 05, 2014 at 23:27

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Saturday July 05, 2014 at 23:24

aseaofquotes:

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night
Submitted by bookish-redhead.

aseaofquotes:

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night

Submitted by bookish-redhead.

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Saturday July 05, 2014 at 23:23

booksactually:

“One writes of scars healed, a loose parallel to the pathology of the skin, but there is no such thing in the life of an individual. There are open wounds, shrunk sometimes to the size of a pin-prick but wounds still. The marks of suffering are more comparable to the loss of a finger, or of the sight of an eye. We may not miss them, either, for one minute in a year, but if we should there is nothing to be done about it.”

— from Tender Is the Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald

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Saturday July 05, 2014 at 23:23

isilluminating:

“Show me a hero and I’ll write you a tragedy.” - F. Scott Fitzgerald

isilluminating:

Show me a hero and I’ll write you a tragedy.” - F. Scott Fitzgerald

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Saturday July 05, 2014 at 23:23

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Saturday July 05, 2014 at 23:21

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Saturday July 05, 2014 at 23:20

“He used to think that he wanted to be good, he wanted to be kind, he wanted to be brave and wise, but it was all pretty difficult. He wanted to be loved, too, if he could fit it in.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night (via quotes-shape-us)

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Saturday July 05, 2014 at 23:20

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Saturday July 05, 2014 at 22:28

“You will walk differently alone, dear, through a thicker atmosphere, forcing your way through the shadows of chairs, through the dripping smoke of the funnels. You will feel your own reflection sliding along the eyes of those who look at you. You are no longer insulated; but I suppose you must touch life in order to spring from it.” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night

“You will walk differently alone, dear, through a thicker atmosphere, forcing your way through the shadows of chairs, through the dripping smoke of the funnels. You will feel your own reflection sliding along the eyes of those who look at you. You are no longer insulated; but I suppose you must touch life in order to spring from it.” 
― F. Scott FitzgeraldTender Is the Night

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Saturday July 05, 2014 at 22:26

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Saturday July 05, 2014 at 22:25

“They were still in the happier stage of love. They were full of brave illusions about each other, tremendous illusions, so that the communion of self with self seemed to be on a plane where no other human relations mattered. They both seemed to have arrived there with an extraordinary innocence as though a series of pure accidents had driven them together, so many accidents that at last they were forced to conclude that they were for each other. They had arrived with clean hands, or so it seemed, after no traffic with the merely curious and clandestine.” ― F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night

“They were still in the happier stage of love. They were full of brave illusions about each other, tremendous illusions, so that the communion of self with self seemed to be on a plane where no other human relations mattered. They both seemed to have arrived there with an extraordinary innocence as though a series of pure accidents had driven them together, so many accidents that at last they were forced to conclude that they were for each other. They had arrived with clean hands, or so it seemed, after no traffic with the merely curious and clandestine.” 
― F. Scott FitzgeraldTender Is the Night

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Saturday July 05, 2014 at 22:23

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