Posts tagged F. Scott Fitzgerald
Et Cetera | Z Fitzgerald

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.

May peace be with you our dearest Pópo, we miss you dearly x

Excerpt | Summer Wishes

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.

Fitzgerald, Z. (1985) Dear Scott, Dearest Zelda: The Love Letters of F. Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald

Excerpt | New Beginning

And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.

Fitzgerald, F. Scott (1925) The Great Gatsby