Dorothy Parker Quotes About Heart

Quotes about: Heart

• Where's the man could ease a heart Like a satin gown?

  Dorothy Parker

  Fashion, Heart, Men

  "Dorothy Parker in Her Own Words".

• Lady, lady, never start Conversation toward your heart; Keep your pretty words serene; Never murmur what you mean. Show yourself, by word and look, Swift and shallow as a brook. Be as cool and quick to go As a drop of April snow; Be as delicate and gay As a cherry flower in May. Lady, lady, never speak Of the tears that burn your cheek- She will never win him, whose Words had shown she feared to lose. Be you wise and never sad, You will get your lovely lad. Never serious be, nor true, And your wish will come to you- And if that makes you happy, kid, You'll be the first it ever did.

  Dorothy Parker

  Wise, Flower, Heart

  Dorothy Parker, “The Lady's Reward”

• Her mind lives tidily, apart from cold and noise and pain. And bolts the door against her heart, out wailing in the rain.

  Dorothy Parker

  Pain, Rain, Heart

  Dorothy Parker (1936). “Not So Deep as a Well”, Macmillan Company of Canada

• Once, when I was young and true. Someone left me sad - Broke my brittle heart in two; And that is very bad. Love is for unlucky folk, Love is but a curse. Once there was a heart I broke; And that, I think, is worse.

  Dorothy Parker

  Heartbreak, Love Is, Thinking

  Dorothy Parker (1936). “Not So Deep as a Well”, Macmillan Company of Canada

• And if my heart be scarred and burned, The safer, I, for all I learned.

  Dorothy Parker

  Heart, Kick Ass, Burned

  Dorothy Parker (1944). “Dorothy Parker”

• If wild my breast and sore my pride, I bask in dreams of suicide, If cool my heart and high my head I think 'How lucky are the dead.

  Dorothy Parker

  Suicide, Dream, Heart

  Dorothy Parker (1992). “The Sayings of Dorothy Parker”, Duckbacks

• For this my mother wrapped me warm,
  And called me home against the storm,
  And coaxed my infant nights to quiet,
  And gave me roughage in my diet,
  And tucked me in my bed at eight,
  And clipped my hair, and marked my weight,
  And watched me as I sat and stood:
  That I might grow to womanhood
  To hear a whistle and drop my wits
  And break my heart to clattering bits.

  Dorothy Parker

  Broken Heart, Mother, Home

  Dorothy Parker (1992). “The Sayings of Dorothy Parker”, Duckbacks

• Some men break your heart in two, Some men fawn and flatter, Some men never look at you; And that cleans up the matter.

  Dorothy Parker

  Heart, Men, Two

  Dorothy Parker (2004). “Dorothy Parker in Her Own Words”, Taylor Trade Publishing

• Her big heart did not, as is so sadly often the case, inhabit a big bosom.

  Dorothy Parker

  Heart, Bigs, Cases

  Dorothy Parker (1944). “Dorothy Parker”

• My love runs by like a day in June, And he makes no friends of sorrows. He'll tread his galloping rigadoon In the pathway of the morrows. He'll live his days where the sunbeams start, Nor could storm or wind uproot him. My own dear love, he is all my heart, -- And I wish somebody'd shoot him.

  Dorothy Parker

  Running, Heart, June

  Dorothy Parker (1936). “Not So Deep as a Well”, Macmillan Company of Canada

• Travel, trouble, music, art, a kiss, a frock, a rhyme -- I never said they feed my heart, but still they pass my time.

  Dorothy Parker

  Art, Kissing, Trouble

  Dorothy Parker (1936). “Not So Deep as a Well”, Macmillan Company of Canada

• Because your eyes are slant and slow, Because your hair is sweet to touch, My heart is high again; but oh, I doubt if this will get me much.

  Dorothy Parker

  Sweet, Eye, Heart

  Dorothy Parker (1944). “Dorothy Parker”

• Little Words When you are gone, there is nor bloom nor leaf, Nor singing sea at night, nor silver birds; And I can only stare, and shape my grief In little words. I cannot conjure loveliness, to drown The bitter woe that racks my cords apart. The weary pen that sets my sorrow down Feeds at my heart. There is no mercy in the shifting year, No beauty wraps me tenderly about. I turn to little words- so you, my dear, Can spell them out.

  Dorothy Parker

  Grief, Heart, Night

  Dorothy Parker (1936). “Not So Deep as a Well”, Macmillan Company of Canada

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