She refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn't boring. 
I believed I was a salamander, and it seems I am nothing but an impediment. 
Looking for love is like asking for a new point of departure ... another chance in life. 
Those men think I'm purely decorative, and they're fools for not knowing better. 
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! ![Zelda Fitzgerald quotes: ["The Sun Also Rises" is about] bullfighting, bullslinging and bullsh[*]t.](http://www.wisefamousquotes.com/images/zelda-fitzgerald-quotes-434151.jpg "Zelda Fitzgerald quotes: [\"The Sun Also Rises\" is about] bullfighting, bullslinging and bullsh[*]t.")
["The Sun Also Rises" is about] bullfighting, bullslinging and bullsh[*]t. 
We quarreled in the gray morning dew about morals; and made up over a red bathing suit. 
Why is there happiness and comfort and excitement where you are and no where else in the world. 
Nothing could have survived our life. 
I am really only myself when I'm somebody else whom I have endowed with these wonderful qualities from my imagination. 
Maybe other people's ideas of us are truer than our own. 
The purpose of life on earth is that the soul should grow - So Growl By doing what is right. 
I suppose all we can really share with people is a taste for the same kinds of weather. 
Anything incomprehensible has a sexual significance to many people under thirty-five. 
Love is bitter and all there is, and that the rest is for the emotional beggars of the earth. 
It is the loose ends with which men hang themselves. 
Youth doesn't need friends - it only needs crowds. 
Isn't it funny how danger makes people passionate? 
Father said conflict develops the character 
She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that's one of the reasons why they did. 
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. 
Death is the only real elegance. 
Something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows. 
Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold. 
Memories should be sharp when one has nothing else to live for 
Living is cold and technical without you, a death mask of itself. 
I remember every single spot of light that ever gouged a shadow beside your bones. 
Paris is a pen-and-ink drawing before nine o'clock. 
Nothing annoys me more than having the most trivial action analyzed and explained. 
A vacuum can only exist, I imagine, by the things which enclose it. 
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? 
Pronunciation has made many an innocent word sound like a doctor's orders for a stomach pump ... 