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?
ZELDA FITZGERALDI love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.
More Zelda Fitzgerald Quotes
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Looking for love is like asking for a new point of departure another chance in life.
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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 don’t want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.
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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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The purpose of life on earth is that the soul should grow – So Growl By doing what is right.
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Anything incomprehensible has a sexual significance to many people under thirty-five.
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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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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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Nothing annoys me more than having the most trivial action analyzed and explained.
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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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Pronunciation has made many an innocent word sound like a doctor’s orders for a stomach pump.
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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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Youth doesn’t need friends — it only needs crowds.
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Nothing could have survived our life.
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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.
ZELDA FITZGERALD