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 FITZGERALDNothing could have survived our life.
More Zelda Fitzgerald Quotes
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Oh, we are going to be so happy away from all the things that almost got us but couldn’t quite because we were too smart for them!
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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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I suppose all we can really share with people is a taste for the same kinds of weather.
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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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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 remember every single spot of light that ever gouged a shadow beside your bones.
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One illusion is as good as another.
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Father said conflict develops the character
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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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By the time a person has achieved years adequate for choosing a direction, the die is cast and the moment has long since passed which determined the future.
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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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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 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