|Zelda Sayre Fitzgerald|
Today is the birthday of an American novelist Zelda Sayre Fitzgerald. Zelda Fitzgerald (July 24, 1900 – March 10, 1948) was an icon of the 1920s—dubbed by her husband "the first American Flapper". After the success of her first novel, This Side of Paradise (1920), the Fitzgeralds became celebrities. The newspapers of New York saw them as embodiments of the Jazz Age and the Roaring Twenties: young, seemingly wealthy, beautiful. Presenting some quotations : Being Poet
- Youth doesn't need friends -- it only needs crowds.
- It is the loose ends with which men hang themselves.
- I don't want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally.
- Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the human heart can hold.
- Mr. Fitzgerald--I believe that is how he spells his name--seems to believe that plagiarism begins at home.
- 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?
- By 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.
- 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.
- 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.
- Oh, the secret life of man and woman--dreaming how much better we would be than we are if we were somebody else or even ourselves, and feeling that our estate has been unexploited to its fullest.
- 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.