Oh, the secret life of man and woman–dreaming how much better we would be than we are if we were somebody else or even ourselves, and feeling that our estate has been unexploited to its fullest.
ZELDA FITZGERALDA vacuum can only exist, I imagine, by the things which enclose it.
More Zelda Fitzgerald Quotes
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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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I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.
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We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising.
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I remember every single spot of light that ever gouged a shadow beside your bones.
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She refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn’t boring.
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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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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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The purpose of life on earth is that the soul should grow – So Growl By doing what is right.
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A vacuum can only exist, I imagine, by the things which enclose it.
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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 is there happiness and comfort and excitement where you are and no where else in the world.
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There’s nothing on earth to do here but look at the view and eat. You can imagine the result since I do not like to look at views.
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Nothing annoys me more than having the most trivial action analyzed and explained.
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Death is the only real elegance.
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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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