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Dry Quotes (page 6)

And right action is freedom from past and future also. For most of us, this is the aim never to be realized. Who are only undefeated because we have gone on trying. "The Dry Salvages T. S. Eliot
His lips felt dry with a literal thirst for righteousness, which was like a glass of ice-cold water on a table in another man's room. Graham Greene
What do you plan to do in the land of the sleepers? You have been floating in a sea of solitude, and the sea has borne you up. At long last, are you ready for dry land? Are you ready to drag yourself ashore? Friedrich Nietzsche
Nobody grasped you by the shoulder while there was still time. Now the clay of which you were shaped has dried and hardened, and naught in you will ever awaken the sleeping musician, the poet, the asronomer that possibly inhabited you in the beginning. Antoine de Saint-Exupery
It’s not so much that nothing means anything but more that it keeps meaning nothing. there’s no release, just gurus and self- appointed gods and hucksters. the more people say, the less there is to say. even the best books are dry sawdust. Charles Bukowski
The perfume that her body exhaled was of the quality of that earth-flesh, fungi, which smells of captured dampness and yet is so dry, overcast with the odour of oil of amber, which is an inner malady of the sea, making her seem as if she had invaded a sleep incautious and entire. Her flesh was the texture of plant life, and beneath it one sensed a frame, broad, porous and sleep-worn, as if sleep were a decay fishing her beneath the visible surface. About her head there was an effulgence as of... Djuna Barnes
He doesn't need any money , all he needs is his rucksack with those little plastic bags of dried food and a good pair of shoes and off he goes and enjoys the privileges of a millionaire in surroundings like this. Jack Kerouac
William Shakespeare quote: "Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, stray lower,..."
Graze on my lips; and if those hills be dry, stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie. William Shakespeare
If the great paradox of Christianity means anything it means this- that we must take the crown in our hands, and go hunting in dry places and dark corners of the earth until we find the one man who feels himself unfit to wear it. Carlyle was quite wrong; we have not got to crown the exceptional man who knows he can rule. Rather we must crown the much more exceptional man who knows he can't. Gilbert K. Chesterton
February. Boris Pasternak. It's February. Get ink. Weep. Write the heart out about it, sing. Another song of February. While raucous slush burns black with spring. Six grivnas* for a buggy ride. Past booming bells, on screaming gears, Out to a place where drizzles fall. Louder than any ink or tears. Where like a flock of charcoal pears, A thousand blackbirds, ripped awry. From trees to puddles, knock dry grief. Into the deep end of the eye. A thaw patch blackens underfoot. The wind is gutted... Boris Pasternak
William Wordsworth quote: "The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer..."
The good die first, and they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, burn to the socket. William Wordsworth
Steven Wright quote: "I worked in a health food store once. A guy asked me, 'If I..."
I worked in a health food store once. A guy asked me, 'If I melt dry ice, can I take a bath without getting wet? Steven Wright
I don't see,' I said, 'how people stand being old. Your insides all dry up. When you're young you're so self-reliant. You don't even need much religion. Sylvia Plath
Every fragile beauty, every perfect forgotten sentence, you grieve their going away, but that is not how it is. Where they come from never goes dry. It is an always flowing spring. Rumi
Some day,' said Smee, 'the clock will run down, and then he'll get you.'Hook wetted his dry lips, 'Aye,' he said, 'that's the fear that haunts me. J. M. Barrie

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