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
estate feeling life man secret somebody woman
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.
imagination quality wonderful
I am really only myself when I'm somebody else whom I have endowed with these wonderful qualities from my imagination.
dancing house kitchen
Spinach and champagne. Going back to the kitchens at the old Waldorf. Dancing on the kitchen tables, wearing the chef's headgear. Finally, a crash and being escorted out by the house detectives.
crowds needs youth
Youth doesn't need friends -- it only needs crowds.
women air next-day
Women, despite the fact that nine out of ten of them go through life with a death-bed air either of snatching-the-last-moment or with martyr-resignation, do not die tomorrow--or the next day. They have to live on to any one of many bitter ends.
dream money promise
We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising.
understanding experience able
Nobody has ever been able to experience what they have thoroughly understood - or understand what they have experienced until they have achieved a detachment that renders them incapable of repeating the experience.
emergencies underwear trouble
The trouble with emergencies is," she said, "that I always put on my finest underwear and then nothing happens.
quiet dogma sometimes
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.
time past ready
Emptying the ashtrays was very expressive of myself. i just lump everything in a great heap which i have labeled ‘the past,’ and having thus emptied this deep reservoir that was once myself, i am ready to continue.
spiritual belief scene
They hadn't much faith in travel, nor a great belief in a change of scene as a panacea for spiritual ills; they were simply glad to be going.
summer dog nice
I wish we could spend July by the sea, browning ourselves and feeling water-weighted hair flow behind us from a dive. I wish our gravest concerns were the summer gnats. I wish we were hungry for hot dogs and dopes, and it would be nice to smell the starch of summer linens and the faint odor of talc in blistering summer bath houses ... We could lie in long citoneuse beams of the five o'clock sun on the plage at Juan-les-Pins and hear the sound of the drum and piano being scooped out to sea by the waves.
moon smell shadow
Something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows.
weather people taste
I suppose all we can really share with people is a taste for the same kinds of weather.