Don’t you think I was made for you? I feel like you had me ordered – and I was delivered to you – to be worn. I want you to wear me, like a watch-charm or a buttonhole bouquet.
ZELDA FITZGERALDDon’t you think I was made for you? I feel like you had me ordered – and I was delivered to you – to be worn. I want you to wear me, like a watch-charm or a buttonhole bouquet.
ZELDA FITZGERALDYouth doesn’t need friends — it only needs crowds.
ZELDA FITZGERALDNothing could have survived our life.
ZELDA FITZGERALDWithout you, dearest dearest I couldn’t see or hear or feel or think – or live – I love you so and I’m never in all our lives going to let us be apart another night.
ZELDA FITZGERALDI don’t want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.
ZELDA FITZGERALDSomething in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows.
ZELDA FITZGERALDI remember every single spot of light that ever gouged a shadow beside your bones.
ZELDA FITZGERALDI am really only myself when I’m somebody else whom I have endowed with these wonderful qualities from my imagination.
ZELDA FITZGERALDFather said conflict develops the character
ZELDA FITZGERALDBeing in love, she concluded, is simply a presentation of our pasts to another individual, mostly packages so unwieldy that we can no longer manage the loosened strings alone.
ZELDA FITZGERALDThere’s nothing on earth to do here but look at the view and eat. You can imagine the result since I do not like to look at views.
ZELDA FITZGERALDMemories should be sharp when one has nothing else to live for.
ZELDA FITZGERALDBy the time a person has achieved years adequate for choosing a direction, the die is cast and the moment has long since passed which determined the future.
ZELDA FITZGERALDIt’s terrible to allow conventional habits to gain a hold on a whole household; to eat, sleep and live by clock ticks.
ZELDA FITZGERALDLife has puffed and blown itself into a summer day, and clouds and spring billow over the heavens as if calendars were a listing of mathematical errors.
ZELDA FITZGERALDI wish I could write a beautiful book to break those hearts that are soon to cease to exist: a book of faith and small neat worlds and of people who live by the philosophies of popular songs.
ZELDA FITZGERALD