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 – that will be for the time when something happens years from now that reminds you of now.
You are not wood, you are not stones, but men.
When I think of all the books I have read, and of the wise words I have heard spoken, and of the anxiety I have given to parents and grandparents, and of the hopes that I have had, all life weighed in the scales of my own life seems to me a preparation for something that never happens.
It [feminism] is mixed up with a muddled idea that women are free when they serve their employers but slaves when they help their husbands.
I've tried to believe, but I don't, I can't, and there's no use pretending.
RUMOR, n. A favorite weapon of the assassins of character.
We all stand on the shoulders of our ancestors. We're in a relay race, relying on the financial and human capital of our parents and grandparents. Blacks were shackled for the early part of that relay race, and although many of the fetters have come off, whites have developed a huge lead.
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