Quotes from Zelda Fitzgerald

I can't read or sleep. Without hope or youth or money I sit constantly wishing I were dead.

We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising.

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.

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

She was conscious that the things she did were the things she had always wanted to do.

Death is the only real elegance.

We walked at night towards a cafe blooming with Japanese lanterns and I followed your white shoes gleaming like radium in the damp darkness. Rising off the water, lights flickered an invitation far enough away to be interpreted as we liked; to shimmer glamourously behind the silhouette of retrospective good times when we still believed in summer hotels and the philosophies of popular songs.

She refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn't boring." -Zelda Fitzgerald

I play the radio and moon about...and dream of Utopias where its always July the 24th 1935, in the middle of summer forever.

My dear, I think of you always and at night I build myself a warm nest of things I remember and float in your sweetness till morning.

Father said conflict develops the character

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

And only weaklings...who lack courage and the power to feel they're right when the whole world says they're wrong, ever lose.

nobody h?s ever me?sured, not even poets, how much the he?rt c?n hold.

People are like almanacs, Bonnie - you never can find the information you're looking for, but the casual reading is well worth the trouble.

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.

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.

A southern moon is a sodden moon, and sultry. When it swamps the fields and the rustling sandy roads and the sticky honeysuckle hedges in its sweet stagnation, your fight to hold on to reality is like a protestation against a first waft of ether.

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

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.

Being in love, she concluded, is simply the presentation of our pasts to another individual, mostly packages so unwieldy that we can no longer manage the loosened strings alone. Looking for love is like asking for a new point of departure, she thought, another chance in life.

She felt the essence of herself pulled finer and smaller like those streams of spun glass that pull and stretch till there remains but a glimmering illusion. Neither falling nor breaking, the stream spins finer. She felt herself very small and ecstatic. Alabama was in love.