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 FITZGERALDYouth doesn’t need friends — it only needs crowds.
More Zelda Fitzgerald Quotes
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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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She refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn’t boring.
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Youth doesn’t need friends — it only needs crowds.
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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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Maybe other people’s ideas of us are truer than our own.
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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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Death is the only real elegance.
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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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Pronunciation has made many an innocent word sound like a doctor’s orders for a stomach pump.
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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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We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising. I still believe that one can learn to play the piano by mail and that mud will give you a perfect complexion.
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Look closer and you’ll see something extraordinary, mystifying, something real and true. We have never been what we seemed.
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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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Nothing annoys me more than having the most trivial action analyzed and explained.
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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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