A vacuum can only exist, I imagine, by the things which enclose it.
ZELDA FITZGERALDNothing annoys me more than having the most trivial action analyzed and explained.
More Zelda Fitzgerald Quotes
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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 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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Maybe other people’s ideas of us are truer than our own.
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People are like almanacs, Bonnie – you never can find the information you’re looking for, but the casual reading is well worth the trouble.
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Nothing could have survived our life.
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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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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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Father said conflict develops the character
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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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Love is bitter and all there is, and that the rest is for the emotional beggars of the earth.
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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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I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.
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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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