Look closer and you’ll see something extraordinary, mystifying, something real and true. We have never been what we seemed.
Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that’s one of the reasons why they did.
The Flapper awoke from her lethargy of sub-deb-ism, bobbed her hair, put on her choicest pair of earrings and a great deal of audacity and rouge and went into the battle. She flirted because it was fun to flirt and wore a one-piece bathing suit because she had a good figure she was conscious that the things she did were the things she had always wanted to do. Mothers disapproved of their sons taking the Flapper to dances, to teas, to swim and most of all to heart.
Experience teaches you how to do things you never want to do again.
I don’t want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.
Something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows.
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
Other people’s ideas of us are dependent largely on what they’ve hoped for.
She refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn’t boring.
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.
I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.
I am really only myself when I’m somebody else whom I have endowed with these wonderful qualities from my imagination.
The purpose of life on earth is that the soul should grow – So Growl By doing what is right.
isn’t it funny how danger makes people passionate?
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.
One illusion is as good as another.
It’s terrible to allow conventional habits to gain a hold on a whole household; to eat, sleep and live by clock ticks.
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.
Why is there happiness and comfort and excitement where you are and no where else in the world.
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.
Why should all life be work, when we all can borrow. Let’s think only of today, and not worry about tomorrow.
Maybe other people’s ideas of us are truer than our own.
I remember every single spot of light that ever gouged a shadow beside your bones.
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.
