Millie Beggs, by the time she was forty-five, had become an emotional anarchist. — 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
We walked at night towards a cafe blooming with Japanese lanterns and I followed your white shoes gleaming like radium in the… — 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 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
Emptying the ashtrays was very expressive of myself. i just lump everything in a great heap which i have labeled ‘the past,’… — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
By the time a person has achieved years adequate for choosing a direction, the die is cast and the moment has long… — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
And, Joey, if you ever want to know about the japonicas and the daisy fields it will be alright that you have… — Zelda Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
I take a sun bath and listen to the hours, formulating, and disintegrating under the pines, and smell the resiny hardihood of… — 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
