Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
ZELDA FITZGERALDNobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
ZELDA FITZGERALDI play the radio and moon about…and dream of Utopias where its always July the 24th 1935, in the middle of summer forever.
ZELDA FITZGERALDOne illusion is as good as another.
ZELDA FITZGERALDWhy is there happiness and comfort and excitement where you are and no where else in the world.
ZELDA FITZGERALDShe quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that’s one of the reasons why they did.
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 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 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 FITZGERALDWhy do we spend years using up our bodies to nurture our minds with experience and find our minds turning then to our exhausted bodies for solace?
ZELDA FITZGERALDOther people’s ideas of us are dependent largely on what they’ve hoped for.
ZELDA FITZGERALDI love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.
ZELDA FITZGERALDI don’t want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.
ZELDA FITZGERALDI am really only myself when I’m somebody else whom I have endowed with these wonderful qualities from my imagination.
ZELDA FITZGERALDWomen 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 FITZGERALDNothing could have survived our life.
ZELDA FITZGERALDWhy should all life be work, when we all can borrow. Let’s think only of today, and not worry about tomorrow.
ZELDA FITZGERALD