All I want to be is very young always and very irresponsible and to feel that my life is my own-to live and be happy and die in my own way to please myself.
ZELDA FITZGERALDOh, 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.
More Zelda Fitzgerald Quotes
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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 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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Anything incomprehensible has a sexual significance to many people under thirty-five.
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It is the loose ends with which men hang themselves.
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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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Youth doesn’t need friends — it only needs crowds.
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Look closer and you’ll see something extraordinary, mystifying, something real and true. We have never been what we seemed.
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Death is the only real elegance.
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I believed I was a salamander, and it seems I am nothing but an impediment.
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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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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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One illusion is as good as another.
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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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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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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.
ZELDA FITZGERALD