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.
dream money promise
We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising.
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.
weather people taste
I suppose all we can really share with people is a taste for the same kinds of weather.
sleep despair wish
I can't read or sleep. Without hope or youth or money I sit constantly wishing I were dead.
sleep gains conformity
It's terrible to allow conventional habits to gain a hold on a whole household; to eat, sleep and live by clock ticks.
time distance sleep
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.
boredom boring bores
She refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn't boring.
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.
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.
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.