Dorothy Parker Quotes

It takes so many years to learn that one is dead.

To one bent on age, death will come as a release. I feel this quite strongly now that I have grown old myself and have come to regard death like an old debt, at long last to be discharged.

I feel like all the songs are little scenes, different angles, of the feelings that come around something ending.

When a man has lost all happiness, he's not alive. Call him a breathing corpse.

Because of indifference, one dies before one actually dies.

Do not mourn the dead. They know what they are doing.

People "died" all the time. . . . Parts of them died when they made the wrong kinds of decisions-decisions against life. Sometimes they died bit by bit until finally they were just living corpses walking around. If you were perceptive you could see it in their eyes; the fire had gone out. . . you always knew when you made a decision against life. The door clicked and you were safe inside-safe and dead.

It is not like a premonition of death. It is as if she died a long time ago, and she just now remembered it.

Death is a state of mind---many people on Earth spend their entire lives dead.

Indeed, she often wondered if she were dead, or dying from the inside out, and that was the root of her calm, the reason she could surrender her character.

Most people's deaths are a sham. There's nothing left to die.

Death loses its terror if one dies when one has consummated one's life!

The only person I knew how to be with now was myself - but I wasn´t really anyone, and I wasn´t really alive. I was just someone who pretended to be alive, a dead mean who spent his days translating a dead man´s book.

She was just a shell of her former self, functioning and talking but hardly alive.

Weep not for me. Rather let your tears flow for the sorrows of the multitude. My work is done. Like a ripe fruit I admit the gathering. Death has no terrors for it is a wise law of nature. I am ready whenever the summons may come.

We must learn to die, and to die in the fullest sense of the word. The fear of the end is the source of all lovelessness

When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time. You'd be shocked at how many adults are really dead inside—walking through their days with no idea who they are, just waiting for a heart attack or cancer or a Mack truck to come along and finish the job. It's the saddest thing I know.

We sat like that for a long while, and when we stood up, all my sad things were in boxes, and Beck was my father.

Praises reap not! Joys laugh not! Sorrows weep not!

You've been cold to me so long, I'm crying icicles instead of tears.

I wish I could explain it so someone could understand it. I'm afraid it's something I can't put into words. There's just this heavy, overwhelming despair - dreading everything. Dreading life. Empty inside, to the point of numbness. It's like there's something already dead inside. My whole being has been pulling back into that void for months. (81)

I left her there crying as I walked toward the gate. A piece of my soul had died when Dimitri had fallen. Turning my back on her now, I felt another piece die as well. Soon there wouldn't be anything left inside me.

Life is, of course, terrible.

You keep waiting for the heaviness to leave you. You keep waiting for the moment you never think about the ex again. It doesn't come.

Sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.