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.
ZELDA FITZGERALDLife 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.
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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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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Something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows.
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They hadn’t much faith in travel, nor a great belief in a change of scene as a panacea for spiritual ills; they were simply glad to be going.
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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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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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Why do we spend years using up our bodies to nurture our minds with experience and find our minds turning then to our exhausted bodies for solace?
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Why should all life be work, when we all can borrow. Let’s think only of today, and not worry about tomorrow.
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I don’t want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.
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Father said conflict develops the character
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Looking for love is like asking for a new point of departure another chance in life.
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Death is the only real elegance.
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Why is there happiness and comfort and excitement where you are and no where else in the world.
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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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