Death is the only real elegance.
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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I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.
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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.
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I don’t want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.
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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 suppose all we can really share with people is a taste for the same kinds of weather.
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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 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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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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Father said conflict develops the character
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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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We get something to do and as soon as we’ve got it, it gets us.
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It is the loose ends with which men hang themselves.
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Memories should be sharp when one has nothing else to live for.
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Isn’t it funny how danger makes people passionate?
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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