Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold. – Zelda Fitzgerald
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. – Zelda Fitzgerald
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. – Zelda Fitzgerald
Most people hew the battlements of life from compromise, erecting their impregnable keeps from judicious submissions, fabricating their philosophical drawbacks from emotional retractions and scalding marauders in the boiling oil of sour grapes. – Zelda Fitzgerald