Zelda Fitzgerald Quotes

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

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

Look closer and you'll see something extraordinary, mystifying, something real and true. We have never been what we seemed.

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.

isn't it funny how danger makes people passionate?

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.

Experience teaches you how to do things you never want to do again.

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.

I am really only 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.

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

Other people's ideas of us are dependent largely on what they've hoped for.

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

The purpose of life on earth is that the soul should grow - So Growl By doing what is right.

Don't you think I was made for you? I feel like you had me ordered - and I was delivered to you - to be worn. I want you to wear me, like a watch-charm or a buttonhole bouquet.

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.

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

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

Why do we spend years using up our bodies to nurture our minds with experience and find our minds turning then to our exhausted bodies for solace?

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

It is the loose ends with which men hang themselves.

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

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

Pronunciation has made many an innocent word sound like a doctor's orders for a stomach pump.

Oh, we are going to be so happy away from all the things that almost got us but couldn't quite because we were too smart for them!

Looking for love is like asking for a new point of departure ... another chance in life.

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

Youth doesn't need friends -- it only needs crowds.

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.

memories should be sharp when one has nothing else to live for

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

Death is the only real elegance.

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

Father said conflict develops the character

I believed I was a salamander, and it seems I am nothing but an impediment.

Love is bitter and all there is, and that the rest is for the emotional beggars of the earth.

["The Sun Also Rises" is about] bullfighting, bullslinging and bullsh[*]t.

Maybe other people's ideas of us are truer than our own.

Nothing could have survived our life.

Nothing annoys me more than having the most trivial action analyzed and explained.

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.

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

One illusion is as good as another.

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

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.

There's nothing on earth to do here but look at the view and eat. You can imagine the result since I do not like to look at views.

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.

Anything incomprehensible has a sexual significance to many people under thirty-five.