Why should all life be work, when we all can borrow. Let’s think only of today, and not worry about tomorrow.
ZELDA FITZGERALDFather said conflict develops the character
More Zelda Fitzgerald Quotes
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Why is there happiness and comfort and excitement where you are and no where else in the world.
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We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising.
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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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Father said conflict develops the character
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Oh, we are going to be so happy away from all the things that almost got us but couldn’t quite because we were too smart for them!
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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 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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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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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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Isn’t it funny how danger makes people passionate?
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I believed I was a salamander, and it seems I am nothing but an impediment.
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Memories should be sharp when one has nothing else to live for.
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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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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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It is the loose ends with which men hang themselves.
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