I'm just not the same. Half of me is out there looking for you and the other half is wishing i didn't… — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
I wish I could write a beautiful book to break those hearts that are soon to cease to exist: a book of… — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold. — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
The Flapper awoke from her lethargy of sub-deb-ism, bobbed her hair, put on her choicest pair of earrings and a great deal… — 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
A vacuum can only exist, I imagine, by the things which enclose it. — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
I suppose all we can really share with people is a taste for the same kinds of weather. — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
Millie Beggs, by the time she was forty-five, had become an emotional anarchist. — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
“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 Image
