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“They were smiling at each other as if this was the beginning of the world.” 

- Happy 117th birthday FSF x

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“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.”  - ZF

Zelda's writing is underrated. 

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I've been drunk for about a week now, and I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.

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“I am really only myself when I'm somebody else whom I have endowed with these wonderful qualities from my imagination.”  - ZF

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“The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want.” 

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I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.

- ZF

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This side of paradise

“Don't let yourself feel worthless: often through life you will really be at your worst when you seem to think best of yourself; and don't worry about losing your "personality" - as you persist in calling it: at fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon, and when you are my age you will give out, as I do, the genial golden warmth of 4 p.m.” 

- F.Scott Fitzgerald

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There’s a loneliness that only exists in one’s mind. The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is blink.

F.Scott Fitzgerald

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this radiant love.

It was a marriage of love. He was sufficiently spoiled to be charming; she was ingenuous enough to be irresistible. Like two floating logs they met in a head-on rush, caught, and sped along together. For a year they lived in hotels, travelled to California, to Alaska, to Florida, to Mexico, loved and quarrelled gently, and gloried in the golden triflings of his wit with her beauty. They were young and gravely passionate; they demanded everything and then yielded everything again in ecstasies of unselfishness and pride. She loved the swift tones of his voice and his frantic, if unfounded jealousy. He loved her dark radiance, the white irises of her eyes, the warm, lustrous enthusiasm of her smile.

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where it began

“I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it's these things I'd believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn't all she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything.”

 - F.Scott Fitzgerald

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“I remember every single spot of light that ever gouged a shadow beside your bones.”

Zelda Fitzgerald

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perfect stranger

“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 a 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.” 

- Zelda Fitzgerald

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love in the time of melancholia.

In the real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning, day after day.....

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Gatsby's American Dream

My favourite passage of my favourite book.

He smiled understandably - much more than understandingly.  It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it, that you may come across four or five times in life. It faced - or seemed to face - the whole eternal world for an instant, and then concentrated on you with an irresistable prejudice in your favour. It understood you just so far as you wanted to be understood, believed in you as you would like to believe in yourself and assured you that it had precisely the impression of you that, at your best, you hoped to convey. 

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Show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy.

F. Scott Fitzgerald

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TO MY DAUGHTER

Things to worry about: Worry about courage Worry about cleanliness Worry about efficiency Worry about horsemanship Things not to worry about:  Don’t worry about popular opinion Don’t worry about dolls Don’t worry about the past Don’t worry about the future Don’t worry about growing up Don’t worry about anybody getting ahead of you Don’t worry about triumph Don’t worry about failure unless it comes through your own fault Don’t worry about mosquitoes Don’t worry about flies Don’t worry about insects in general Don’t worry about parents Don’t worry about boys Don’t worry about disappointments Don’t worry about pleasures Don’t worry about satisfactions Things to think about:  What am I really aiming at?  How good am I really in comparison to my contemporaries in regard to: (a) Scholarship (b) Do I really understand about people and am I able to get along with them?  (c) Am I trying to make my body a useful instrument or am I neglecting it?  With dearest love, Daddy

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DEAR scottie (March 1919)

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 button hole boquet - to the world. And then, when we're alone, I want to help - to know you can't do anything without me.