"Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold."
"Scott-there's nothing in the world I want but you-and your precious love. All the material things are nothing. I'd just hate to live in a sordid, colorless existence-because you'd soon love less-and less-and I'd do anything-anything-to keep your heart for my own-I don't want to live-I want to love first and live incidentally."
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Source: Zelda Fitzgerald (2013). “Save Me the Waltz: A Novel”, p.78, Simon and Schuster
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