Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.— Zelda Fitzgerald
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Look closer and you'll see something extraordinary, mystifying, something real and true. We have never been what we seemed.
She refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn't boring.
I don't want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.
I don’t suppose I really know you very well - but I know you smell like the delicious damp grass that grows near old walls and that your hands are beautiful opening out of your sleeves and that the back of your head is a mossy sheltered cave when there is trouble in the wind and that my cheek just fits the depression in your shoulder.
Most people hew the battlements of life from compromise, erecting their impregnable keeps from judicious submissions, fabricating their philosophical drawbridges from emotional retractions and scalding marauders in the boiling oil of sour grapes.
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.
I am really only myself when I'm somebody else whom I have endowed with these wonderful qualities from my imagination.
Life has puffed and blown itself into a summer day, and clouds and spring billow over the heavens as if calendars were a listing of mathematical errors.
It's terrible to allow conventional habits to gain a hold on a whole household;
to eat, sleep and live by clock ticks.
Other people's ideas of us are dependent largely on what they've hoped for.
The purpose of life on earth is that the soul should grow - So Growl By doing what is right.
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.
Something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows.
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.
It seems to me that on one page I recognized a portion of an old diary of mine which mysteriously disappeared shortly after my marriage, and, also, scraps of letters which, though considerably edited, sound to me vaguely familiar. In fact, Mr. Fitzgerald (I believe that is how he spells his name) seems to believe that plagiarism begins at home.
A southern moon is a sodden moon, and sultry.
When it swamps the fields and the rustling sandy roads and the sticky honeysuckle hedges in its sweet stagnation, your fight to hold on to reality is like a protestation against a first waft of ether.
I can't read or sleep. Without hope or youth or money I sit constantly wishing I were dead.
Looking for love is like asking for a new point of departure ... another chance in life.
I don't want to live -- I want to love first, and live incidentally.
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.
Emptying the ashtrays was very expressive of myself.
i just lump everything in a great heap which i have labeled ‘the past,’ and having thus emptied this deep reservoir that was once myself, i am ready to continue.
Youth doesn't need friends -- it only needs crowds.
Scott-there's nothing in the world I want but you-and your precious love.
All the material things are nothing. I'd just hate to live in a sordid, colorless existence-because you'd soon love less-and less-and I'd do anything-anything-to keep your heart for my own-I don't want to live-I want to love first and live incidentally.
["The Sun Also Rises" is about] bullfighting, bullslinging and bullsh[*]t.
There seemed to be some heavenly support beneath his shoulder blades that lifted his feet from the ground in ecstatic suspension, as if he secretly enjoyed the ability to fly but was walking as a compromise to convention.
The night you gave me my birthday party.
.. you were a young Lieutenant and I was a fragrant phantom, wasn't I? And it was a radiant night, a night of soft conspiracy and the trees agreed that it was all going to be for the best.
Mr. Fitzgerald, I believe that is how he spells his name, seems to believe that plagiarism begins at home.
People are like almanacs, Bonnie - you never can find the information you're looking for, but the casual reading is well worth the trouble.
We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising.
Women, despite the fact that nine out of ten of them go through life with a death-bed air either of snatching-the-last-moment or with martyr-resignation, do not die tomorrow--or the next day. They have to live on to any one of many bitter ends.
And, Joey, if you ever want to know about the japonicas and the daisy fields it will be alright that you have forgotten because I will be able to tell you about how it felt to be feeling that way you cannot quite remember – that will be for the time when something happens years from now that reminds you of now.
Spinach and champagne. Going back to the kitchens at the old Waldorf. Dancing on the kitchen tables, wearing the chef's headgear. Finally, a crash and being escorted out by the house detectives.
She felt the essence of herself pulled finer and smaller like those streams of spun glass that pull and stretch till there remains but a glimmering illusion. Neither falling nor breaking, the stream spins finer. She felt herself very small and ecstatic. Alabama was in love.
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.
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.
I don't want to live, I want to love first and live incidentally.
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.
It seemed to Alabama that, reaching her goal, she would drive the devils that had driven her - that, in proving herself, she would achieve that peace which she imagined went only in surety of one’s self - that she would be able, through the medium of the dance, to command her emotions, to summon love or pity or happiness at will, having provided a channel through which they might flow. She drove herself mercilessly, and the summer dragged on.
I remember every single spot of light that ever gouged a shadow beside your bones.
The trouble with emergencies is," she said, "that I always put on my finest underwear and then nothing happens.
One illusion is as good as another.
I'm just not the same. Half of me is out there looking for you and the other half is wishing i didn't have to." I don't want to live - I want to love first, And live incidentally. Don't-don't ever think of the things you can't give me-You've trusted me with the dearest heart of all-and it's so damn much more than anybody else in all the world has ever had.
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.
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.
Father said conflict develops the character
Millie Beggs, by the time she was forty-five, had become an emotional anarchist.
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!
Maybe other people's ideas of us are truer than our own.
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