Zelda Fitzgerald
Zelda Fitzgerald
Zelda Fitzgeraldwas an American socialite and novelist, and the wife of American author F. Scott Fitzgerald, whose work she strongly influenced...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPainter
Date of Birth24 July 1900
CityMontgomery, AL
CountryUnited States of America
summer dream moon
I play the radio and moon about...and dream of Utopias where its always July the 24th 1935, in the middle of summer forever.
smart
Oh, we are going to be so happy away from all the things that almost got us but couldn't quite because we were too smart for them!
courage world feels
And only weaklings...who lack courage and the power to feel they're right when the whole world says they're wrong, ever lose.
summer spring errors
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.
funny music dream
We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising. I still believe that one can learn to play the piano by mail and that mud will give you a perfect complexion.
time maturity years
By 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.
action annoying
Nothing annoys me more than having the most trivial action analyzed and explained.
sunset cat gun
The sky lay over the city like a map showing the strata of things and the big full moon toppled over in a furrow like the abandoned wheel of a gun carriage on a sunset field of battle and the shadows walked like cats and I looked into the white and ghostly interior of things and thought of you and I looked on their structural outsides and thought of you and was lonesome.
science vacuums imagine
A vacuum can only exist, I imagine, by the things which enclose it.
want way life-is
All I want to be is very young always and very irresponsible and to feel that my life is my own-to live and be happy and die in my own way to please myself
party night tree
The night you gave me my birthday party... you were a young Lieutenant and I was a fragrant phantom, wasn't I? And it was a radiant night, a night of soft conspiracy and the trees agreed that it was all going to be for the best.
writing men ends
It is the loose ends with which men hang themselves.
dream men feelings
Oh, the secret life of man and woman--dreaming how much better we would be than we are if we were somebody else or even ourselves, and feeling that our estate has been unexploited to its fullest.
love-you thinking night
without 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.