They hadn't much faith in travel, nor a great belief in a change of scene as a panacea for spiritual ills; they were simply glad to be going. Zelda Fitzgerald More Quotes by Zelda Fitzgerald More Quotes From Zelda Fitzgerald Why should all life be work, when we all can borrow. Let's think only of today, and not worry about tomorrow. Zelda Fitzgerald worry today thinking Don't you think I was made for you? I feel like you had me ordered - and I was delivered to you - to be worn. I want you to wear me, like a watch-charm or a buttonhole bouquet. Zelda Fitzgerald sexy love thinking Looking for love is like asking for a new point of departure ... another chance in life. Zelda Fitzgerald another-chance looking-for-love love-is The night you gave me my birthday party... you were a young Lieutenant and I was a fragrant phantom, wasn't I? And it was a radiant night, a night of soft conspiracy and the trees agreed that it was all going to be for the best. Zelda Fitzgerald party tree night Life has puffed and blown itself into a summer day, and clouds and spring billow over the heavens as if calendars were a listing of mathematical errors. Zelda Fitzgerald errors summer spring 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 moon summer dream It's terrible to allow conventional habits to gain a hold on a whole household; to eat, sleep and live by clock ticks. Zelda Fitzgerald conformity gains sleep The trouble with emergencies is," she said, "that I always put on my finest underwear and then nothing happens. Zelda Fitzgerald underwear emergencies trouble Women sometimes seem to share a quiet, unalterable dogma of persecution that endows even the most sophisticated of them with the inarticulate poignancy of the peasant. Zelda Fitzgerald dogma sometimes quiet It is the loose ends with which men hang themselves. Zelda Fitzgerald ends writing men memories should be sharp when one has nothing else to live for Zelda Fitzgerald should memories without you, dearest dearest I couldn't see or hear or feel or think - or live - I love you so and I'm never in all our lives going to let us be apart another night. Zelda Fitzgerald love-you night thinking Maybe other people's ideas of us are truer than our own. Zelda Fitzgerald people ideas I wish we could spend July by the sea, browning ourselves and feeling water-weighted hair flow behind us from a dive. I wish our gravest concerns were the summer gnats. I wish we were hungry for hot dogs and dopes, and it would be nice to smell the starch of summer linens and the faint odor of talc in blistering summer bath houses ... We could lie in long citoneuse beams of the five o'clock sun on the plage at Juan-les-Pins and hear the sound of the drum and piano being scooped out to sea by the waves. Zelda Fitzgerald dog summer lying I remember every single spot of light that ever gouged a shadow beside your bones. Zelda Fitzgerald shadow light remember 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 fighting moon sweet We grew up founding our dreams on the infinite promise of American advertising. I still believe that one can learn to play the piano by mail and that mud will give you a perfect complexion. Zelda Fitzgerald music dream funny Why do we spend years using up our bodies to nurture our minds with experience and find our minds turning then to our exhausted bodies for solace? Zelda Fitzgerald body mind years One illusion is as good as another. Zelda Fitzgerald illusion Youth doesn't need friends -- it only needs crowds. Zelda Fitzgerald crowds youth needs
