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 FITZGERALDMemories should be sharp when one has nothing else to live for.
More Zelda Fitzgerald Quotes
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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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The purpose of life on earth is that the soul should grow – So Growl By doing what is right.
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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 don’t want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.
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Pronunciation has made many an innocent word sound like a doctor’s orders for a stomach pump.
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I believed I was a salamander, and it seems I am nothing but an impediment.
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Other people’s ideas of us are dependent largely on what they’ve hoped for.
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Love is bitter and all there is, and that the rest is for the emotional beggars of the earth.
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A vacuum can only exist, I imagine, by the things which enclose it.
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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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Anything incomprehensible has a sexual significance to many people under thirty-five.
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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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We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising.
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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 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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