“Yet, as she awaited her guest, Mrs. Hazelton’s anticipation was not without alloy. The thought of Miss Nicholl always brought with it a nasty guilt. She supposed she really ought to do more for the poor thing. But what more could she do? It was unthinkable that you could tuck a [...]
“They don’t cry. Only you see their eyes. While you’re there and after you’re back, you see their eyes.”
Source, Dorothy Parker, What Fresh Hell is This? by Marion Meade
“Every year, back comes Spring, with nasty little birds yapping their fool heads off and the ground all mucked up with plants.”
“I wish I didn’t have to work at all. I was made for love, anyway.”
Source: Dorothy Parker: What Fresh Hell Is This?
“Some summer evening like this, say, when Adelaide was sewing buttons, up on the porch, and Sister was playing somewhere about. A pleasant, quiet evening it must be, with the shadows lying long on the street that led from their house to the station. He would put down the garden shears, or the [...]