"Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold."
"She felt the essence of herself pulled finer and smaller like those streams of spun glass that pull and stretch till there remains but a glimmering illusion. Neither falling nor breaking, the stream spins finer. She felt herself very small and ecstatic. Alabama was in love."
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Source: Zelda Fitzgerald (2013). “Save Me the Waltz: A Novel”, p.44, Simon and Schuster
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