Quotes from Zelda Fitzgerald

I do not want to live. I want to love and then to live, incidentally.

Why should all life be work, when we all can borrow? Let's think only of today, and not worry about tomorrow.

Won't we be quite the pair? You with your bad heart, me with my bad head. Together, though, we might have something worthwhile.

You'll be sorry," he said unpleasantly. "I hope so," Alabama answered. "I like paying for the things I do-it makes me feel square with the world".

It was good to be a stranger in a land when you felt aggressive and acquisitive, but when you began to weave your horizons into some kind of shelter it was good to know that hands you loved had helped in their spinning - made you feel as if the threads would hold together better.

I've tried so many times to think of a new way to say it - and it's still I love you - love you - love you - my Sweetheart.

The macabre who lived through the war have a story they loved to tell about the soldiers of the Foreign Legion giving a ball in the expanses around Verdun and dancing with the corpses. Alabama's continued brewing of the poisoned filter for a semiconscious banquet table, her insistence on the magic and glamor of life when she was already feeling its pulse like the throbbing of an amputated leg, had something of the same sinister quality.

Discs of umbrellas poured over suburban terraces with the smooth round ebullience of a Chopin waltz. They sat in the distance under the lugubrious dripping elms, elms like maps of Europe, elms frayed at the end like bits of chartreuse wool, elms heavy and bunchy as sour grapes.

Kiss me, lover. One darling kiss.

It is very melancholy without you. I love you more all the time and since I did not think there was any more it's an overwhelming and frightening state to be in.

She wished she could help David to seem more legitimate. She wished she could do something to keep everything from being so undignified. Life seemed so uselessly extravagant.

I have often told you that I am that little fish who swims about under a shark and, I believe, lives indelicately on its offal. Anyway, that is the way I am. Life moves over me in a vast black shadow and I swallow whatever it drops with relish, having learned in a very hard school that one cannot be both a parasite and enjoy self-nourishment without moving in worlds too fantastic for even my disordered imagination to people with meaning.

No entiendo por qué tengo constantemente este presentimiento de un desastre inminente

We will have each other and we can be safe and warm.

Goodnight dear. If you were in my bed it might be the back of your head I was touching, where the hair is short, or it might be up in the front where it makes little caves above your head. But wherever it was, it would be the sweetest place, the sweetest place.

It's terrible to allow conventional habits to gain a hold on a whole household; to eat, sleep and live by clock ticks.

That was one of the ways she established social dominance over people: she would sit and watch until she frightened them, and then suddenly be friendly and free and just as charming as she had been formidable

I wish I had been what I thought I was; and so debonnaire; and so debonnaire.

Lady Sylvia flapped across the room like an opaque protoplasm propelling itself over a sand-bank.

Her long legs struck forcefully forward as if she pressed her toes watchfully on the accelerator of the universe.

and it seemed to me—Oh, I don't know! As if it held all the things I've always tried to find in everything else.

The sun played lazily behind the Byzantine silhouette of the town. Bathhouses and a dancing pavilion bleached in the white breeze. The beach stretched for miles along the blue. Nanny habitually established a British Protectorate over a generous portion of the sands.

I felt as if I were in an exiled and floating world, isolated from all necessities of life except the one of buying things.

She thinks of Dixie with excited identity as being some adult part of herself divorced from her by transfiguring years, like a very sunburned arm which might not appear familiar if you had been unconscious of its alterations.