Isn’t it funny how danger makes people passionate?
ZELDA FITZGERALDWomen 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.
More Zelda Fitzgerald Quotes
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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. 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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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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Don’t you think I was made for you? I feel like you had me ordered – and I was delivered to you – to be worn. I want you to wear me, like a watch-charm or a buttonhole bouquet.
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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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Nothing could have survived our life.
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She refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn’t boring.
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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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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 believed I was a salamander, and it seems I am nothing but an impediment.
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One illusion is as good as another.
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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 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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Other people’s ideas of us are dependent largely on what they’ve hoped for.
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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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