I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.
ZELDA FITZGERALDYouth doesn’t need friends — it only needs crowds.
More Zelda Fitzgerald Quotes
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Women sometimes seem to share a quiet, unalterable dogma of persecution that endows even the most sophisticated of them with the inarticulate poignancy of the peasant.
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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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Memories should be sharp when one has nothing else to live for.
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One illusion is as good as another.
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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.
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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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There’s nothing on earth to do here but look at the view and eat. You can imagine the result since I do not like to look at views.
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Something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows.
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Youth doesn’t need friends — it only needs crowds.
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Anything incomprehensible has a sexual significance to many people under thirty-five.
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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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She refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn’t boring.
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Death is the only real elegance.
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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?
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A vacuum can only exist, I imagine, by the things which enclose it.
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