Something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows.
ZELDA FITZGERALDMemories should be sharp when one has nothing else to live for.
More Zelda Fitzgerald Quotes
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It’s terrible to allow conventional habits to gain a hold on a whole household; to eat, sleep and live by clock ticks.
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Nothing annoys me more than having the most trivial action analyzed and explained.
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She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that’s one of the reasons why they did.
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Isn’t it funny how danger makes people passionate?
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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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Experience teaches you how to do things you never want to do again.
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I can’t read or sleep. Without hope or youth or money I sit constantly wishing I were dead.
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Women sometimes seem to share a quiet, unalterable dogma of persecution that endows even the most sophisticated of them with the inarticulate poignancy of the peasant.
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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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And only weaklings who lack courage and the power to feel they’re right when the whole world says they’re wrong, ever lose.
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Anything incomprehensible has a sexual significance to many people under thirty-five.
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We get something to do and as soon as we’ve got it, it gets us.
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Death is the only real elegance.
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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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I take a sun bath and listen to the hours, formulating, and disintegrating under the pines, and smell the resiny hardihood of the high noon hours. The world is lost in a blue haze of distances, and the immediate sleeps in a thin and finite sun.
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