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. Zelda Fitzgerald More Quotes by Zelda Fitzgerald More Quotes From Zelda Fitzgerald Look closer and you'll see something extraordinary, mystifying, something real and true. We have never been what we seemed. Zelda Fitzgerald extraordinary real looks Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold. Zelda Fitzgerald positive inspirational love She quietly expected great things to happen to her, and no doubt that’s one of the reasons why they did. Zelda Fitzgerald great-things doubt reason-why The Flapper awoke from her lethargy of sub-deb-ism, bobbed her hair, put on her choicest pair of earrings and a great deal of audacity and rouge and went into the battle. She flirted because it was fun to flirt and wore a one-piece bathing suit because she had a good figure she was conscious that the things she did were the things she had always wanted to do. Mothers disapproved of their sons taking the Flapper to dances, to teas, to swim and most of all to heart. Zelda Fitzgerald mother heart fun I don't want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally. Zelda Fitzgerald meaningful love life Something in me vibrates to a dusky, dreamy smell of dying moons and shadows. Zelda Fitzgerald smell shadow moon Other people's ideas of us are dependent largely on what they've hoped for. Zelda Fitzgerald people ideas thinking 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 Zelda Fitzgerald life-is want way She refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn't boring. Zelda Fitzgerald bores boredom boring 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. Zelda Fitzgerald wall beautiful hands I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you. Zelda Fitzgerald ifs love-you Experience teaches you how to do things you never want to do again. Zelda Fitzgerald teach experience want I am really only myself when I'm somebody else whom I have endowed with these wonderful qualities from my imagination. Zelda Fitzgerald quality imagination wonderful The purpose of life on earth is that the soul should grow - So Growl By doing what is right. Zelda Fitzgerald purpose soul spiritual isn't it funny how danger makes people passionate? Zelda Fitzgerald passionate danger people 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. Zelda Fitzgerald maturity time years Why is there happiness and comfort and excitement where you are and no where else in the world. Zelda Fitzgerald excitement comfort world I'm just not the same. Half of me is out there looking for you and the other half is wishing i didn't have to." I don't want to live - I want to love first, And live incidentally. Don't-don't ever think of the things you can't give me-You've trusted me with the dearest heart of all-and it's so damn much more than anybody else in all the world has ever had. Zelda Fitzgerald heart giving thinking It seems to me that on one page I recognized a portion of an old diary of mine which mysteriously disappeared shortly after my marriage, and, also, scraps of letters which, though considerably edited, sound to me vaguely familiar. In fact, Mr. Fitzgerald (I believe that is how he spells his name) seems to believe that plagiarism begins at home. Zelda Fitzgerald names home believe 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. Zelda Fitzgerald song beautiful philosophy
