"Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold."
"It seemed to Alabama that, reaching her goal, she would drive the devils that had driven her - that, in proving herself, she would achieve that peace which she imagined went only in surety of one’s self - that she would be able, through the medium of the dance, to command her emotions, to summon love or pity or happiness at will, having provided a channel through which they might flow. She drove herself mercilessly, and the summer dragged on."
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Source: Zelda Fitzgerald (2013). “Save Me the Waltz: A Novel”, p.7, Simon and Schuster
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