Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
Zelda FitzgeraldRead
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.
Interpretation
The quote reflects the tension between one's inner desires and societal expectations.
Zelda Fitzgerald's quote captures a profound sense of liberation that comes from embracing one's true self, suggesting that while one may conform to societal norms by walking, there exists an underlying joy and freedom akin to flying. It speaks to the struggle individuals face when balancing their authentic selves with the demands of convention, emphasizing the idea that true fulfillment often lies in recognizing and nurturing our inner capacities, even when we appear to conform outwardly.
In practice
In a motivational speech about following one's dreams despite societal pressures.
Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
She refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn't boring.
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A 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.
I remember every single spot of light that ever gouged a shadow beside your bones.
And, Joey, if you ever want to know about the japonicas and the daisy fields it will be alright that you have forgotten because I will be able to tell you about how it felt to be feeling that way you cannot quite remember – that will be for the time when something happens years from now that reminds you of now.
It was the first and most striking characteristic of Socrates never to become heated in discourse, never to utter an injurious or insulting word -- on the contrary, he persistently bore insult from others and thus put an end to the fray.
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The basis of democratic freedom is freedom of speech.
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Fear? What has a man to do with fear? Chance rules our lives, and the future is all unknown. Best live as we may, from day to day.
My idea of our civilization is that it is a shoddy, poor thing and full of cruelties, vanities, arrogances, meannesses and hypocrisies.
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