Quotes from Zelda Fitzgerald

Everything pursues its own ends and skies stay warm + beneficent - though winter time always leaves many vagrant nostalgias and a sense of more supply than demand of Time and of the portentousness of the weather.

Then the direction of education should be to teach us to dramatize ourselves, to realize to the fullest extent the human equipment?

Nobody has ever measured, even poets, how much a heart can hold.

Being close to him with her face in the space between his ear and his stiff army collar was like being initiated into the subterranean reserves of a fine fabric store exuding the delicacy of cambrics and linen and luxury bound in bales.

Alabama did not want to leave Paris where they were so unhappy.

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.

She refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn't boring.

I don't want to live, I want to love first and live incidentally.

I love you, even if there isn't any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you.

I 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.

She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that's one of the reasons why they did.

I don't suppose I really know you very well - but I know you smell like the delicious damp grass that grows near old walls and that your hands are beautiful opening out of your sleeves and that the back of your head is a mossy sheltered cave when there is trouble in the wind and that my cheek just fits the depression in your shoulder.

I am really only myself when I'm somebody else whom I have endowed with these wonderful qualities from my imagination.

It is the loose ends with which men hang themselves.

Thanks again for saving me. Someday, I'll save you too.

I remember every single spot of light that ever gouged a shadow beside your bones.

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

isn't it funny how danger makes people passionate?

The trouble with emergencies is," she said, "that I always put on my finest underwear and then nothing happens.

I love you anyway-even if there isn't any me or any love or even any life- I love you.

Something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows.

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.

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.

Why is there happiness and comfort and excitement where you are and no where else in the world?