Dorothy Parker Quotes

Inspirational quotes by Dorothy Parker

That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment.
Take care of the luxuries and the necessities will take care of themselves.
Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea; And love is thing that can never go wrong; And I am Marie of Romania.
Trapped, like a trap in a trap.
This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.
They sicken of the calm that know the storm.
The only "ism" Hollywood believes in is plagiarism.
The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.
The best way to keep children home is to make the home atmosphere pleasant--and let the air out of the tires.
The best way to keep children at home is to make the home atmosphere pleasant --- and let the air out of their tires.
The best way to keep children at home is to make the home atmosphere pleasant - and let the air out of the tires.
The affair between Margot Asquith and Margot Asquith will live as one of the prettiest love stories in all literature.
She runs the gamut of emotions from A to B.
A little bad taste is like a nice dash of paprika.
Oh, life is a glorious cycle of song, A medley of extemporanea And love is a thing that can never go wrong And I am Marie of Roumania.
Men seldom make passes At girls who wear glasses.
Men seldom make passes At girls who wear glasses.
If you want to know what God thinks of money, just look at the people he gave it to.
I went to a convent in New York and was fired finally for my insistence that the Immaculate Conception was spontaneous combustion.
I require three things in a man. He must be handsome, ruthless and stupid.
I might repeat to myself slowly and soothingly, a list of quotations beautiful from minds profound - if I can remember any of the damn things.
His voice was a intimate as the rustle of sheets.
Every year, back come Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants.
Coolidge is dead" "How could they tell?
Brevity is the soul of lingerie.

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Dusk In June
 by Sara Teasdale

Evening, and all the birds
In a chorus of shimmering sound
Are easing their hearts of joy
For miles around.

The air is blue and sweet,
The few first stars are white,-
Oh let me like the birds
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