There's life for you. Spend the best years of your life studying penmanship and rhetoric and syntax and Beowulf and George Eliot, and then somebody steals your pencil.
Dorothy ParkerRead
A hangover is the wrath of grapes.
Interpretation
This quote humorously describes a hangover as a consequence of drinking wine.
Dorothy Parker's quote cleverly plays on words, using a pun to suggest that the discomfort of a hangover is a 'wrath' caused by consuming grapes, the source of wine. It reflects not only the physical pain associated with hangovers but also the humorous acknowledgment of the foolishness often associated with excess drinking.
In practice
This quote can be shared at a party as a lighthearted comment about overindulgence.
There's life for you. Spend the best years of your life studying penmanship and rhetoric and syntax and Beowulf and George Eliot, and then somebody steals your pencil.
My land is bare of chattering folk; / the clouds are low along the ridges, / and sweet's the air with curly smoke / from all my burning bridges.
Prince or commoner, tenor or bass, Painter or plumber or never-do-well, Do me a favor and shut your face - Poets alone should kiss and tell.
They say of me, and so they should, It's doubtful if I come to good. I see acquaintances and friends Accumulating dividends And making enviable names In science, art and parlor games. But I, despite expert advice, Keep doing things I think are nice, And though to good I never come Inseparable my nose and thumb.
It is that word 'hunny,' my darlings, that marks the first place in The House at Pooh Corner at which Tonstant Weader fwowed up.
I canβt write five words but that I change seven.
While not exactly disgruntled, he was far from feeling gruntled. He spoke with a certain what-is-it in his voice, and I could see that, if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled.
Opinions are like demo tapes. I don't want to hear yours
Cats will amusingly tolerate humans only until someone comes up with a tin opener that can be operated with a paw.
Sponges grow in the ocean. That just kills me. I wonder how much deeper the ocean would be if that didn't happen.
Bad humor is an evasion of reality; good humor is an acceptance of it.
Once I put that wig on, I didn't say an intelligent thing for four months. My voice went up. I walked differently. I'd ask incredibly stupid questions.
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