We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising. I still believe that one can learn to play the piano by mail and that mud will give you a perfect complexion.
ZELDA FITZGERALDPronunciation has made many an innocent word sound like a doctor’s orders for a stomach pump.
More Zelda Fitzgerald Quotes
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I wish I could write a beautiful book to break those hearts that are soon to cease to exist: a book of faith and small neat worlds and of people who live by the philosophies of popular songs.
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Without you, dearest dearest I couldn’t see or hear or feel or think – or live – I love you so and I’m never in all our lives going to let us be apart another night.
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Being in love, she concluded, is simply a presentation of our pasts to another individual, mostly packages so unwieldy that we can no longer manage the loosened strings alone.
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Looking for love is like asking for a new point of departure another chance in life.
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I believed I was a salamander, and it seems I am nothing but an impediment.
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I play the radio and moon about…and dream of Utopias where its always July the 24th 1935, in the middle of summer forever.
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One illusion is as good as another.
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Pronunciation has made many an innocent word sound like a doctor’s orders for a stomach pump.
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Love is bitter and all there is, and that the rest is for the emotional beggars of the earth.
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Isn’t it funny how danger makes people passionate?
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They hadn’t much faith in travel, nor a great belief in a change of scene as a panacea for spiritual ills; they were simply glad to be going.
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Why should all life be work, when we all can borrow. Let’s think only of today, and not worry about tomorrow.
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Youth doesn’t need friends — it only needs crowds.
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Life has puffed and blown itself into a summer day, and clouds and spring billow over the heavens as if calendars were a listing of mathematical errors.
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Maybe other people’s ideas of us are truer than our own.
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