Once, when I was young and true,
Someone left me sad-
Broke my brittle heart in two;
And that is very bad.
A dream lies dead here. May you softly go
Before this place, and turn away your eyes,
Nor seek to know the look of that which dies
Importuning Life for life. Walk not in woe,
Star, that gives a gracious dole,
What am I to choose?
Oh, will it be a shriven soul,
Or little buckled shoes?
Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head,
And drink your rushing words with eager lips,
And paint my mouth for you a fragrant red,
And trace your brows with tutored finger-tips.
Hollywood money isn't money. It's congealed snow, melts in your hand, and there you are.
Gratitude—the meanest and most snivelling attribute in the world.
This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.
Good work, Mary. We all knew you had it in you.
Sorrow is tranquility remembered in emotion.
Dorothy Parker was an American poet, short story writer, critic and satirist, best known for her wit, wisecracks, and eye for 20th century urban foibles.
From a conflicted and unhappy childhood, Parker rose to acclaim, both for her literary output in such venues as The New Yorker and as a founding member of the Algonquin Round Table. Following t ...