They laid their hands upon my head, They stroked my cheek and brow; And time could heal a hurt, they said, And time could dim a vow. And they were pitiful and mild Who whispered to me then; The heart that breaks in April, child; Will mend in May again. Oh, many a mended heart they knew; So old they were, and wise. And little did they have to do To come to me with lies! Who flings me silly talk of May Shall meet a bitter soul; For June was nearly spent away Before my heart was whole.
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I never thought that heav'n would lose its blue And sullen storm-clouds mask the gentle sky; I never thought the rose's velvet hue Would pale and sicken, though we said good-by. I never dreamed the lark would hush its note As day succeeded ever-drearier day, Nor knew the song that swelled the robin's throat Would fade to silence, when you went away. I never knew the sun's irradiant beams Upon the brooding earth no more would shine, Nor thought that only in my mocking dreams Would happiness that once I knew be mine. I never thought the slim moon, mournfully, Would shroud her pallid self in murky night. Dear heart, I never thought these things would be- I never thought they would, and I was right.
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Time doth flit; Oh, shit.
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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."
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Money cannot buy health, but I'd settle for a diamond-studded wheelchair.
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All I say is, nobody has any business to go around looking like a horse and behaving as if it were all right. You don't catch horses going around looking like people, do you?
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Razors pain you Rivers are damp Acids stain you and drugs cause cramp
Guns aren't lawful Nooses give Gas smells awful you might as well live
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Good work, Mary. We all knew you had it in you.
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You can lead a whore to culture but you can't make her think.
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A little bad taste is like a nice dash of paprika.
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They sicken of the calm who know the storm.
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Four be the things I'd have been better without: love, curiosity, freckles and doubt
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Men seldom make passes At girls who wear glasses.
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I went to a convent in New York and was fired finally for my insistence that the Immaculate Conception was spontaneous combustion.
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She runs the gamut of emotions from A to B.
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She ran the whole gamut of emotions from A to B.
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They sicken at the calm that know the storm.
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You can lead a horticulture, but you can’t make her think.
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That woman speaks eighteen languages and she can't say 'no' in any one of them
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They sicken of the calm who know the storm
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To those she did not like . . . she was a stiletto made of sugar.
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They sicken of the calm that know the storm.
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He Robert Benchley and I had an office so tiny that an inch smaller and it would have been adultery.
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The best way to keep children home is to make the home atmosphere pleasant -- and let the air out of the tires
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That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment.
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I'm never going to be famous. My name will never be writ large on the roster of Those Who Do Things. I don't do any thing. Not one single thing. I used to bite my nails, but I don't even do that any more.
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This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force.
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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.
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It serves me right for putting all my eggs in one bastard.
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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
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