I remember every single spot of light that ever gouged a shadow beside your bones.
ZELDA FITZGERALDWe get something to do and as soon as we’ve got it, it gets us.
More Zelda Fitzgerald Quotes
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Other people’s ideas of us are dependent largely on what they’ve hoped for.
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Anything incomprehensible has a sexual significance to many people under thirty-five.
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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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We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising.
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Looking for love is like asking for a new point of departure another chance in life.
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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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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 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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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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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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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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Death is the only real elegance.
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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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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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