The purpose of life on earth is that the soul should grow – So Growl By doing what is right.
ZELDA FITZGERALDAnd only weaklings who lack courage and the power to feel they’re right when the whole world says they’re wrong, ever lose.
More Zelda Fitzgerald Quotes
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Nobody has ever been able to experience what they have thoroughly understood – or understand what they have experienced until they have achieved a detachment that renders them incapable of repeating the experience.
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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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I can’t read or sleep. Without hope or youth or money I sit constantly wishing I were dead.
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A vacuum can only exist, I imagine, by the things which enclose it.
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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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And only weaklings who lack courage and the power to feel they’re right when the whole world says they’re wrong, ever lose.
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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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I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.
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Nothing could have survived our life.
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Isn’t it funny how danger makes people passionate?
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Maybe other people’s ideas of us are truer than our own.
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Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
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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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One illusion is as good as another.
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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






