Zelda Fitzgerald Quotes
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Total quotes (31)
Books by Zelda Fitzgerald
You are the only person on earth, Lover, who has ever known and loved all of me — Men love me 'cause I'm pretty — and they're always afraid of mental wickedness — and men love 'cause I'm clever, and they're always afraid of my prettines — One or two have even loved me 'cause I'm lovable, and then of course I was acting — But you just do, darling — and I do — very very very much
And theres always my infinite love—You are a sweet person—the sweetest and dearest of all and I love you as I love my vanished youth— which is as much as a human heart can hold— filled with copper clouds like the after-math of cannon-fire, pre-war, civil-war clouds and I feel all empty and bored and very much in love with you, my dear one, my own. I wish you were here so we could stretch our legs down beside one another and feel all warm and hidden in the bed, like seeds beaten into the earth. Why is there happiness and comfort and excitement where you are and no where else in the world, and why is there a sleepy tremulo in the air when you are near that’s promising and living like a vibrating fecundity?
…excuse me for being so intellectual. I know you would prefer something nice and feminine and affectionate.
Darling heart, our fairy tale is almost ended, and we’re going to marry and live happily ever afterward just like the princess in the tower who worried you so much—and made me so very cross by her constant recurrence — I'm so sorry for all the times I've been mean and hateful — for all the miserable minutes I've caused you when we could have been so happy. You deserve so much — so very much — I think our life together wil be like these last four days — adn I do want to marry you — even if you do think I dread it — I wish you hadn't said that — I'm not afraid of anything. To be afraid a person has either to be a coward or very great and big. I am neither.
Goofy, my darling, hasn’t it been a lovely day? I woke up this morning and then sun was lying like a birth-day parcel on my table so I opened it up and so many happy things went fluttering into the air: love to Doo-do and the remembered feel of our skins cool against each other in other mornings like a school-mistress. And you ‘phoned and said I had written something that pleased you and so I don’t believe I’ve ever been so heavy with happiness. The moon slips into the mountains like a lost penny and the fields are black and pungent and I want you so near so that I could touch you in the autumn stillness even a little bit like the last echo of summer. The horizon lies over the road to Lausanne and the succulent fields like a guillotine and the moon bleeds over the water and you are not so far away that I can’t smell your hair in the drying breeze. Darling — I love these velvet nights. I’ve never been able to decide whether the night was a bitter enemie or a ‘grand patron’ — or whether I love you most in the eternal classic half-lights where it blends with day or in the full religious fan-fare of mid-night or perhaps in the lux of noon — Anyway, I love you most and you ‘phoned me just because you ‘phoned me to-night — I walked on those telephone wires for two hours after holding your love like a parasol to balance me. My dear — I'm so glad you finished your story — Please let me read it Friday. And I will be very sad if we have to have two rooms. Please. Dear. Are you sort of feeling aimless, surprised, and looking rather reproachful that no melo-drama comes to pass when your work is over — as if you (had) ridden very hard with a message to save your army and found the enemy had decided not to attack — the way you sometimes feel — or are you just a darling little boy with a holiday on his hands in the middle of the week — the way you sometimes are — or are you organizing and dynamic and mending things — the way you sometimes are —
I love — the way you always are.
Dear — dear dear dear dear dear dear...