667 Quotes by O. Henry

There'll never be a perfect breakfast eaten until some man grows arms long enough to stretch down to New Orleans for his coffee & over to Norfolk for his rolls, & reaches up to Vermont & digs a slice of butter out of a spring-house, & then turns over a beehive close to a white clover patch out in Indiana for the rest. Then he'd come pretty close to making a meal on the amber that the gods eat on Mount Olympia.

We are grown stiff with the ramrod of convention down our backs.Наша спина, вечно подпираемая железным каркасом условностей, давно закостенела.(O. Henry, "The Green Door")

Maybe the hairs on my head were numbered" she went on with a sudden serious sweetness "but nobody could ever count my love for you".

Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence

Единственное, что тут можно было сделать, это хлопнуться на старенькую кушетку и зареветь. Именно так Делла и поступила. Откуда напрашивается философский вывод, что жизнь состоит из слез, вздохов и улыбок, причем вздохи преобладают.

There are stories in everything. I've got some of my best yarns from park benches, lampposts, and newspaper stands.

He had become enveloped in the Indian Summer of the Soul.

There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl.

There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.