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.
ZELDA FITZGERALDNothing annoys me more than having the most trivial action analyzed and explained.
More Zelda Fitzgerald Quotes
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Nothing annoys me more than having the most trivial action analyzed and explained.
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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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Why do we spend years using up our bodies to nurture our minds with experience and find our minds turning then to our exhausted bodies for solace?
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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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Why is there happiness and comfort and excitement where you are and no where else in the world.
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Oh, we are going to be so happy away from all the things that almost got us but couldn’t quite because we were too smart for them!
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Youth doesn’t need friends — it only needs crowds.
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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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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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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.
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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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Something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows.
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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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Maybe other people’s ideas of us are truer than our own.
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I suppose all we can really share with people is a taste for the same kinds of weather.
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