[To woman bragging about having kept her husband for seven years:] Don't worry, if you keep him long enough, he'll come back in style.
Dorothy ParkerThen if my friendships break and bend, There's little need to cry The while I know that every foe Is faithful till I die.
Dorothy ParkerLittle 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