Dorothy Parker - Heart Quotes

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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
Experience:
Some men tear your heart in two,
Some men flirt and flatter,
Some men never look at you,
And that clears up the matter.

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

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

Dorothy Parker
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
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
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.

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

Dorothy Parker
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
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