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.
The night you gave me my birthday party... you were a young Lieutenant and I was a fragrant phantom, wasn't I? And it was a radiant night, a night of soft conspiracy and the trees agreed that it was all going to be for the best.
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 β that will be for the time when something happens years from now that reminds you of now.
If you give your soul up to anything earthly, whether it be the wealth, or the honours, or the pleasures of this world, you might as well hunt after the mirage of the desert or try to collect the mists of the morning, or to store up for yourself the clouds of the sky, for all these things are passing away.
I believe in human beings, and that all human beings should be respected as such, regardless of their color.
For though a man should be a complete unbeliever in the being of gods; if he also has a native uprightness of temper, such persons will detest evil in men; their repugnance to wrong disinclines them to commit wrongful acts; they shun the unrighteous and are drawn to the upright.
I spent a long time looking at faces, drinking in smiles. Am I happy or unhappy? Itβs not a very important question. I live with such frenzied intensity. Things and people are waiting for me, and doubtless I am waiting for them and desiring them with all my strength and sadness. But, here, I earn the right to be alive by silence and by secrecy. The miracle of not having to talk about oneself.
The history of the world is the record of the weakness, frailty and death of public opinion.
The choicest gift of God to man, the gift of reason; and having endeavoured to force upon himself the belief of a system against which reason revolts, he ungratefully calls it human reason; as if man could give reason to himself.
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