Living is cold and technical without you, a death mask of itself.
Zelda FitzgeraldPeople are like almanacs, Bonnie - you never can find the information you're looking for, but the casual reading is well worth the trouble.
Zelda FitzgeraldSomething in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows.
Zelda FitzgeraldA 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.
Zelda FitzgeraldStichwörter: moon south southern-usa
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.
Zelda FitzgeraldStichwörter: love falling-in-love being-in-love
I suppose all we can really share with people is a taste for the same kinds of weather.
Zelda FitzgeraldOh, 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!
Zelda FitzgeraldWe get something to do and as soon as we've got it, it gets us.
Zelda FitzgeraldBeing 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.
Zelda FitzgeraldI do not want to live.
I want to love and then to live,
incidentally.
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