"Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold."
"We walked at night towards a cafe blooming with Japanese lanterns and I followed your white shoes gleaming like radium in the damp darkness. Rising off the water, lights flickered an invitation far enough away to be interpreted as we liked; to shimmer glamourously behind the silhouette of retrospective good times when we still believed in summer hotels and the philosophies of popular songs."
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Source: Zelda Fitzgerald (2013). “Save Me the Waltz: A Novel”, p.218, Simon and Schuster
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