Experience teaches you how to do things you never want to do again.
ZELDA FITZGERALDAnything incomprehensible has a sexual significance to many people under thirty-five.
More Zelda Fitzgerald Quotes
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Youth doesn’t need friends — it only needs crowds.
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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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One illusion is as good as another.
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Maybe other people’s ideas of us are truer than our own.
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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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I wish I could write a beautiful book to break those hearts that are soon to cease to exist: a book of faith and small neat worlds and of people who live by the philosophies of popular songs.
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Looking for love is like asking for a new point of departure another chance in life.
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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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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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I can’t read or sleep. Without hope or youth or money I sit constantly wishing I were dead.
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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 am really only myself when I’m somebody else whom I have endowed with these wonderful qualities from my imagination.
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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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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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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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