Quotes from Dorothy Parker

El amor es la única cosa. Atesora tu amor, niña. Vuelve junto a él. Vete a la cama con él. Es la única cosa.

el orgullo se siente herido más por lo que imagina que por la realidad.

When you're wondering whether you're obligated to finish a book, keep these wise words in mind: It is not a novel to be thrown aside lightly. It should be thrown aside with great force.

First he goes to work and he takes some pineapple syrup and he puts it in a glass, and then he puts in just a liddle, lid-dle bit of that juice off them bottles full of red cherries, and then he puts in the gin and the ginger ale, and then he gets him a big, long piece of pineapple and he lays that in, and then when he gets the orange in and puts that old red cherry on top—well! That's the way Horace does when he fixes a mint julep." The

If you have any young friends who aspire to become writers, the second greatest favor you can do them is to present them with copies of The Elements of Style. The first greatest, of course, is to shoot them now, while they're happy.

El aburrimiento se cura con curiosidad. La curiosidad no se cura con nada.

My Own Then let them point my every tear, And let them mock and moan; Another week, another year, And I'll be with my own Who slumber now by night and day In fields of level brown; Whose hearts within their breasts were clay Before they laid them down.

I hate writing, I love having written

Lilacs blossom just as sweet Now my heart is shattered. If I bowled it down the street

If you have any young friends who aspire to become writers, the second-greatest favor you can do them is to present them with copies of The Elements of Style. The first-greatest, of course, is to shoot them now, while they're happy.

Non sono mai stata milionaria, ma so che sarei brava a esserlo.

The second act, indeed, might have been used to good advantage to start the play off with, and all the words that preceded it could have been saved for future use. Thriftily managed, they would have served the author for the next three years.

If you have any young friends who aspire to become writers, the second greatest favor you can do for them is to present them with copies of The Elements of Style. The first greatest, of course, is to shoot them now, while they're happy.

Si nadie hubiera aprendido a leer, muy pocos se habrían enamorado Si nadie hubiera aprendido a desnudarse, muy pocas personas estarían enamoradas

What can you say, when a man asks you to dance with him? I most certainly will not dance with you, I'll see you in hell first. Why, thank you, I'd like to awfully, but I'm having labor pains.

Oh, look. Do you remember me? I was the one that said, not ten minutes ago, let's not talk about that dandy book.

After all, the poor boy's doing the best he can. Probably he grew up in the hill country, and never had no larnin'. I bet they had to throw him on his back to get shoes on him.

Mrs. Martindale worked, and worked hard. She worked doubly hard, for she was unskilled at what she did, and she disliked the doing of it.

Farthest am I from perfection's heights, Faulty am I as I well could be, Still I insist on my share of rights.

In my youth, it was a way I had, To do my best to please. And change, with every passing lad To suit his theories. But now I know the things I know And do the things I do, And if you do not like me so, To hell, my love, with you.

If all the tears you shed so lavishly Were gathered, as they left each brimming eye. And were collected in a crystal sea, The envious ocean would curl up and dry -

There was a rose that faded young; I saw its shattered beauty hung Upon a broken stem. I heard them say, What need to care With roses budding everywhere? I did not answer them. There was a bird, brought down to die; They said, A hundred fill the sky-- What reason to be sad? There was a girl, whose lover fled; I did not wait, the while they said, There's many another lad.

They don't like you to tell them they've made you cry. They don't like you to tell them you're unhappy because of them. If you do, they think you're possessive and exacting. And then they hate you. They hate you whenever you say anything you really think. You always have to keep playing little games.

At first they could discover nothing wrong, but that was traced to the fact that I had nervously put my right hand into the X-ray machine.