A southern moon is a sodden moon, and sultry. When it swamps the fields and the rustling sandy roads and the sticky honeysuckle hedges in its sweet stagnation, your fight to hold on to reality is like a protestation against a first waft of ether. Zelda Fitzgerald More Quotes by Zelda Fitzgerald More Quotes From Zelda Fitzgerald Emptying the ashtrays was very expressive of myself. i just lump everything in a great heap which i have labeled ‘the past,’ and having thus emptied this deep reservoir that was once myself, i am ready to continue. Zelda Fitzgerald ready time past Death is the only real elegance. Zelda Fitzgerald elegance real Love is bitter and all there is, and that the rest is for the emotional beggars of the earth. Zelda Fitzgerald emotional earth love-is Oh, we are going to be so happy away from all the things that almost got us but couldn't quite because we were too smart for them! Zelda Fitzgerald smart Most people hew the battlements of life from compromise, erecting their impregnable keeps from judicious submissions, fabricating their philosophical drawbridges from emotional retractions and scalding marauders in the boiling oil of sour grapes. Zelda Fitzgerald philosophical oil emotional Nobody has ever been able to experience what they have thoroughly understood - or understand what they have experienced until they have achieved a detachment that renders them incapable of repeating the experience. Zelda Fitzgerald experience able understanding It seemed to Alabama that, reaching her goal, she would drive the devils that had driven her - that, in proving herself, she would achieve that peace which she imagined went only in surety of one’s self - that she would be able, through the medium of the dance, to command her emotions, to summon love or pity or happiness at will, having provided a channel through which they might flow. She drove herself mercilessly, and the summer dragged on. Zelda Fitzgerald goal self summer 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 live in a sordid, colorless existence-because you'd soon love less-and less-and I'd do anything-anything-to keep your heart for my own-I don't want to live-I want to love first and live incidentally. Zelda Fitzgerald hate heart world Father said conflict develops the character Zelda Fitzgerald conflict character father And, Joey, if you ever want to know about the japonicas and the daisy fields it will be alright that you have forgotten because I will be able to tell you about how it felt to be feeling that way you cannot quite remember – that will be for the time when something happens years from now that reminds you of now. Zelda Fitzgerald want feelings years I can't read or sleep. Without hope or youth or money I sit constantly wishing I were dead. Zelda Fitzgerald despair wish sleep And only weaklings...who lack courage and the power to feel they're right when the whole world says they're wrong, ever lose. Zelda Fitzgerald courage feels world She felt the essence of herself pulled finer and smaller like those streams of spun glass that pull and stretch till there remains but a glimmering illusion. Neither falling nor breaking, the stream spins finer. She felt herself very small and ecstatic. Alabama was in love. Zelda Fitzgerald glasses essence fall We walked at night towards a cafe blooming with Japanese lanterns and I followed your white shoes gleaming like radium in the damp darkness. Rising off the water, lights flickered an invitation far enough away to be interpreted as we liked; to shimmer glamourously behind the silhouette of retrospective good times when we still believed in summer hotels and the philosophies of popular songs. Zelda Fitzgerald summer song philosophy Nothing could have survived our life. Zelda Fitzgerald survived our-lives I believed I was a salamander, and it seems I am nothing but an impediment. Zelda Fitzgerald salamanders impediments seems 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 with martyr-resignation, do not die tomorrow--or the next day. They have to live on to any one of many bitter ends. Zelda Fitzgerald next-day women air Anything incomprehensible has a sexual significance to many people under thirty-five. Zelda Fitzgerald thirty significance people Nothing annoys me more than having the most trivial action analyzed and explained. Zelda Fitzgerald annoying action There seemed to be some heavenly support beneath his shoulder blades that lifted his feet from the ground in ecstatic suspension, as if he secretly enjoyed the ability to fly but was walking as a compromise to convention. Zelda Fitzgerald support compromise feet
