I don't want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally. — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“I dont' want to live - I want to love first, and live incidentally.” — 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
“I’ve tried so many times to think of a new way to say it - and it’s still I love you -… — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“I do not want to live. I want to love and then to live, incidentally.” — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold. — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“Since we first met I have loved you with whatever I had to love you with.” — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Love is bitter and all there is, and that the rest is for the emotional beggars of the earth. — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“I still know in my heart that it is a Godless, dirty game; that love is bitter and all there is, and… — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“It is very melancholy without you. I love you more all the time and since I did not think there was any… — 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… — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“I’m so damn glad I love you – I wouldn’t love any other man on earth – I b’lieve if I had… — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Being in love, she concluded, is simply a presentation of our pasts to another individual, mostly packages so unwieldy that we can… — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“Being close to him with her face in the space between his ear and his stiff army collar was like being initiated… — 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
“. . . she tried to weave the strength of her father and the young beauty of her first love with David,… — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
It seemed to Alabama that, reaching her goal, she would drive the devils that had driven her - that, in proving herself,… — 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
without you, dearest dearest I couldn't see or hear or feel or think - or live - I love you so and… — 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
