I don't want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally. — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“Living is cold and technical without you, a death mask of itself.” — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
The purpose of life on earth is that the soul should grow - So Growl By doing what is right. — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Looking for love is like asking for a new point of departure ... another chance in life. — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
I love you, even if there isn’t any me, or any love, or even any life. I love you. — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Why should all life be work, when we all can borrow. Let's think only of today, and not worry about tomorrow. — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Women, despite the fact that nine out of ten of them go through life with a death-bed air either of snatching-the-last-moment or… — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Oh, the secret life of man and woman--dreaming how much better we would be than we are if we were somebody else… — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Life has puffed and blown itself into a summer day, and clouds and spring billow over the heavens as if calendars were… — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Most people hew the battlements of life from compromise, erecting their impregnable keeps from judicious submissions, fabricating their philosophical drawbridges from emotional… — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“Being in love, she concluded, is simply the presentation of our pasts to another individual, mostly packages so unwieldy that we can… — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
All I want to be is very young always and very irresponsible and to feel that my life is my own-to live… — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“There’s nothing in all the world I want but you and your precious love. All the material things are nothing. I’d just… — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Scott-there's nothing in the world I want but you-and your precious love. All the material things are nothing. I'd just hate to… — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“It’s very expressive of myself. I just lump everything into a great heap which I have labelled “the past” and, having thus… — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“Goodnight dear. If you were in my bed it might be the back of your head I was touching, where the hair is short,… — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share
I play the radio and moon about...and dream of Utopias where its always July the 24th 1935, in the middle of summer forever. — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share
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… — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share
I suppose all we can really share with people is a taste for the same kinds of weather. — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share
Millie Beggs, by the time she was forty-five, had become an emotional anarchist. — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share
“Everybody gives you belief for the asking,” she said to David, “and so few people give you anything more to believe in than your… — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share
“I love you anyway-even if there isn't any me or any love or even any life- I love you.” — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share
Look closer and you'll see something extraordinary, mystifying, something real and true. We have never been what we seemed. — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share
I can't read or sleep. Without hope or youth or money I sit constantly wishing I were dead. — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share
