Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
Zelda FitzgeraldTags: love
I don't want to live, I want to love first and live incidentally.
Zelda FitzgeraldTags: life love incidental
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 FitzgeraldShe refused to be bored chiefly because she wasn't boring.
Zelda FitzgeraldTags: boredom
I am really only myself when I'm somebody else whom I have endowed with these wonderful qualities from my imagination.
Zelda FitzgeraldBy the time a person has achieved years adequate for choosing a direction, the die is cast and the moment has long since passed which determined the future.
I wish I could write a beautiful book to break those hearts that are soon to cease to exist: a book of faith and small neat worlds and of people who live by the philosophies of popular songs.
Zelda FitzgeraldWe 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 FitzgeraldI 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 FitzgeraldWe 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.
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