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Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
Death is the only real elegance.
One illusion is as good as another.
Nothing could have survived our life.
Father said conflict develops the character
isn't it funny how danger makes people passionate?
Youth doesn't need friends - it only needs crowds.
Youth doesn't need friends -- it only needs crowds.
It is the loose ends with which men hang themselves.
Maybe other people's ideas of us are truer than our own.
She refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn't boring.
memories should be sharp when one has nothing else to live for
We get something to do and as soon as we've got it, it gets us.
I don't want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.
Experience teaches you how to do things you never want to do again.
A vacuum can only exist, I imagine, by the things which enclose it.
["The Sun Also Rises" is about] bullfighting, bullslinging and bullsh[*]t.
Other people's ideas of us are dependent largely on what they've hoped for.
I believed I was a salamander, and it seems I am nothing but an impediment.
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.
Millie Beggs, by the time she was forty-five, had become an emotional anarchist.
I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.
I remember every single spot of light that ever gouged a shadow beside your bones.
Nothing annoys me more than having the most trivial action analyzed and explained.
Anything incomprehensible has a sexual significance to many people under thirty-five.
I suppose all we can really share with people is a taste for the same kinds of weather.
Looking for love is like asking for a new point of departure ... another chance in life.
I can't read or sleep. Without hope or youth or money I sit constantly wishing I were dead.
The purpose of life on earth is that the soul should grow - So Growl By doing what is right.
Love is bitter and all there is, and that the rest is for the emotional beggars of the earth.
Pronunciation has made many an innocent word sound like a doctor's orders for a stomach pump.
Why is there happiness and comfort and excitement where you are and no where else in the world.
She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that’s one of the reasons why they did.
Mr. Fitzgerald-I believe that is how he spells his name-seems to believe that plagiarism begins at home.
Mr. Fitzgerald, I believe that is how he spells his name, seems to believe that plagiarism begins at home.
Why should all life be work, when we all can borrow. Let's think only of today, and not worry about tomorrow.
The trouble with emergencies is," she said, "that I always put on my finest underwear and then nothing happens.
I am really only myself when I'm somebody else whom I have endowed with these wonderful qualities from my imagination.
It's terrible to allow conventional habits to gain a hold on a whole household; to eat, sleep and live by clock ticks.
Look closer and you'll see something extraordinary, mystifying, something real and true. We have never been what we seemed.
I play the radio and moon about...and dream of Utopias where its always July the 24th 1935, in the middle of summer forever.
And only weaklings...who lack courage and the power to feel they're right when the whole world says they're wrong, ever lose.
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!
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.
People are like almanacs, Bonnie - you never can find the information you're looking for, but the casual reading is well worth the trouble.
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.
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?
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.
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
