People are like almanacs, Bonnie – you never can find the information you’re looking for, but the casual reading is well worth the trouble.
ZELDA FITZGERALDWithout 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.
More Zelda Fitzgerald Quotes
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Something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows.
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It is the loose ends with which men hang themselves.
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Anything incomprehensible has a sexual significance to many people under thirty-five.
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I am really only myself when I’m somebody else whom I have endowed with these wonderful qualities from my imagination.
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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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Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
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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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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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I remember every single spot of light that ever gouged a shadow beside your bones.
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Experience teaches you how to do things you never want to do again.
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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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Father said conflict develops the character
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Nothing annoys me more than having the most trivial action analyzed and explained.
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Other people’s ideas of us are dependent largely on what they’ve hoped for.
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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