Love is bitter and all there is, and that the rest is for the emotional beggars of the earth.
ZELDA FITZGERALDI can’t read or sleep. Without hope or youth or money I sit constantly wishing I were dead.
More Zelda Fitzgerald Quotes
-
-
Father said conflict develops the character
ZELDA FITZGERALD -
Anything incomprehensible has a sexual significance to many people under thirty-five.
ZELDA FITZGERALD -
I play the radio and moon about…and dream of Utopias where its always July the 24th 1935, in the middle of summer forever.
ZELDA FITZGERALD -
She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that’s one of the reasons why they did.
ZELDA FITZGERALD -
Why is there happiness and comfort and excitement where you are and no where else in the world.
ZELDA FITZGERALD -
Youth doesn’t need friends — it only needs crowds.
ZELDA FITZGERALD -
Life 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 FITZGERALD -
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 FITZGERALD -
We get something to do and as soon as we’ve got it, it gets us.
ZELDA FITZGERALD -
And only weaklings who lack courage and the power to feel they’re right when the whole world says they’re wrong, ever lose.
ZELDA FITZGERALD -
Women sometimes seem to share a quiet, unalterable dogma of persecution that endows even the most sophisticated of them with the inarticulate poignancy of the peasant.
ZELDA FITZGERALD -
Isn’t it funny how danger makes people passionate?
ZELDA FITZGERALD -
I don’t want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.
ZELDA FITZGERALD -
Why should all life be work, when we all can borrow. Let’s think only of today, and not worry about tomorrow.
ZELDA FITZGERALD -
I 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