Nothing annoys me more than having the most trivial action analyzed and explained.
Millie Beggs by the time she was forty-five had become an emotional anarchist.
Looking for love is like asking for a new point of departure ... another chance in life.
One illusion is as good as another.
We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising.
By the time a person has achieved years adequate for choosing a direction the die is cast and the moment has long since passed which determined the future.
I play the radio and moon about...and dream of Utopias where its always July the 24th 1935 in the middle of summer forever.
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.
I suppose all we can really share with people is a taste for the same kinds of weather.
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.
["The Sun Also Rises" is about] bullfighting bullslinging and bullsh[*]t.
Why should all life be work when we all can borrow. Let's think only of today and not worry about tomorrow.
isn't it funny how danger makes people passionate?
Death is the only real elegance.
Father said conflict develops the character
She refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn't boring.
I remember every single spot of light that ever gouged a shadow beside your bones.
I believed I was a salamander and it seems I am nothing but an impediment.
Love is bitter and all there is and that the rest is for the emotional beggars of the earth.
People are like almanacs Bonnie - you never can find the information you're looking for but the casual reading is well worth the trouble.
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.
I don't want to live. I want to love first and live incidentally.
. . . she tried to weave the strength of her father and the young beauty of her first love with David the happy oblivion of her teens and her warm protected childhood into a magic cloak.
It's terrible to allow conventional habits to gain a hold on a whole household; to eat sleep and live by clock ticks.
I can't read or sleep. Without hope or youth or money I sit constantly wishing I were dead.
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.
Nothing could have survived our life.
Youth doesn't need friends - it only needs crowds.
Pronunciation has made many an innocent word sound like a doctor's orders for a stomach pump ...
The purpose of life on earth is that the soul should grow - So Growl By doing what is right.
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.
Something in me vibrates to a dusky dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows.
Other people's ideas of us are dependent largely on what they've hoped for.
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.
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?
The trouble with emergencies is " she said "that I always put on my finest underwear and then nothing happens.
A vacuum can only exist I imagine by the things which enclose it.
I am really only myself when I'm somebody else whom I have endowed with these wonderful qualities from my imagination.
It is the loose ends with which men hang themselves.
Anything incomprehensible has a sexual significance to many people under thirty-five.
Mr. Fitzgerald I believe that is how he spells his name seems to believe that plagiarism begins at home.
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.
Nobody has ever measured not even poets how much the heart can hold.
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!
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
I love you even if there isn't any me or any love or even any life. I love you.
Maybe other people's ideas of us are truer than our own.
And only weaklings...who lack courage and the power to feel they're right when the whole world says they're wrong ever lose.
memories should be sharp when one has nothing else to live for
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.
Experience teaches you how to do things you never want to do again.
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.
Look closer and you'll see something extraordinary mystifying something real and true. We have never been what we seemed.
We get something to do and as soon as we've got it it gets us.
without you dearest dearest I couldn't see or hear or feel or think - or live - I love you so and I'm never in all our lives going to let us be apart another night.