Memories should be sharp when one has nothing else to live for.
ZELDA FITZGERALDMemories should be sharp when one has nothing else to live for.
ZELDA FITZGERALDWe grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising.
ZELDA FITZGERALDNobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
ZELDA FITZGERALDI don’t want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.
ZELDA FITZGERALDOne illusion is as good as another.
ZELDA FITZGERALDThe purpose of life on earth is that the soul should grow – So Growl By doing what is right.
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 FITZGERALDLooking for love is like asking for a new point of departure another chance in life.
ZELDA FITZGERALDI can’t read or sleep. Without hope or youth or money I sit constantly wishing I were dead.
ZELDA FITZGERALDFather said conflict develops the character
ZELDA FITZGERALDSomething in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows.
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 FITZGERALDAnything incomprehensible has a sexual significance to many people under thirty-five.
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 FITZGERALDIt’s terrible to allow conventional habits to gain a hold on a whole household; to eat, sleep and live by clock ticks.
ZELDA FITZGERALDI take a sun bath and listen to the hours, formulating, and disintegrating under the pines, and smell the resiny hardihood of the high noon hours. The world is lost in a blue haze of distances, and the immediate sleeps in a thin and finite sun.
ZELDA FITZGERALD