F. Scott Fitzgerald
654 citations

There was no God in his heart, he knew; his ideas were still in riot; there was ever the pain of memory; the regret for his lost youth-yet the waters of disillusion had left a deposit on his soul, responsibility and a love of life, the faint stirring of old ambitions and unrealized dreams...... And he could not tell why the struggle was worth while, why he had determined to use to the utmost himself and his heritage from the personalities he had passed... He stretched out his arms to the crystalline, radiant sky. I know myself, he cried, but that is all. ✨ F. Scott Fitzgerald (2016). This Side of Paradise, p.222, Xist Publishing

185

LifeLoveSadness

13