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.
ZELDA FITZGERALDIsn’t it funny how danger makes people passionate?
More Zelda Fitzgerald Quotes
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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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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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Nobody has ever been able to experience what they have thoroughly understood – or understand what they have experienced until they have achieved a detachment that renders them incapable of repeating the experience.
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I believed I was a salamander, and it seems I am nothing but an impediment.
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By the time a person has achieved years adequate for choosing a direction, the die is cast and the moment has long since passed which determined the future.
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People are like almanacs, Bonnie – you never can find the information you’re looking for, but the casual reading is well worth the trouble.
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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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I am really only myself when I’m somebody else whom I have endowed with these wonderful qualities from my imagination.
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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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Nothing annoys me more than having the most trivial action analyzed and explained.
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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 get something to do and as soon as we’ve got it, it gets us.
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I remember every single spot of light that ever gouged a shadow beside your bones.
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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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It is the loose ends with which men hang themselves.
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