The purpose of life on earth is that the soul should grow – So Growl By doing what is right.
ZELDA FITZGERALDWhy is there happiness and comfort and excitement where you are and no where else in the world.
More Zelda Fitzgerald Quotes
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Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
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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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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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We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising.
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It is the loose ends with which men hang themselves.
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They hadn’t much faith in travel, nor a great belief in a change of scene as a panacea for spiritual ills; they were simply glad to be going.
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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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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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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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A vacuum can only exist, I imagine, by the things which enclose it.
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Isn’t it funny how danger makes people passionate?
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Nothing annoys me more than having the most trivial action analyzed and explained.
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Other people’s ideas of us are dependent largely on what they’ve hoped for.
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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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We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising. I still believe that one can learn to play the piano by mail and that mud will give you a perfect complexion.
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