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.
ZELDA FITZGERALDThere’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.
More Zelda Fitzgerald Quotes
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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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Experience teaches you how to do things you never want to do again.
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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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Memories should be sharp when one has nothing else to live for.
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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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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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Isn’t it funny how danger makes people passionate?
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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, 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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We get something to do and as soon as we’ve got it, it gets us.
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She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that’s one of the reasons why they did.
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I can’t read or sleep. Without hope or youth or money I sit constantly wishing I were dead.
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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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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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