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I'm glad I've been wrong enough to keep in practice. . . You can't avoid it, you've got to learn to handle it. If you only come face to face with your own mistakes once or twice in your life it's bound to be extra painful. I face mine every day--that way they ain't usually much worse than a dry shave. Larry McMurtry
The love of the painter standing alone and staring, staring at the great coloured surface he is making. Standing with him in the room the rearing canvas stares back with tentative shapes halted in their growth, moving in a new rhythm from floor to ceiling. The twisted tubes, the fresh paint squeezed and smeared across the dry upon his palette. The dust beneath the easel. The paint has edged along the brushes' handles. The white light in a northern sky is silent. The window gapes as he inhales... Mervyn Peake
Tonight I will suck the marrow from your bones!” it said. “I will dry them and work them most cunningly into instruments of music! Whenever I play upon them, your spirit will writhe in bodiless agony!” “You burn prettily,” I said. Roger Zelazny
W. Somerset Maugham quote: "Imagination's an odd thing, it dries up;[Episode]"
Imagination's an odd thing, it dries up;[Episode] W. Somerset Maugham
Ursula K. Le Guin quote: "I wore his blood for clothing, on my legs and thighs and..."
...I wore his blood for clothing, on my legs and thighs and hands: a dry, stiff, brown garment with no warmth in it. Ursula K. Le Guin
I like grit, I like love and death, I'm tired of irony. ... A lot of good fiction is sentimental. ... The novelist who refuses sentiment refuses the full spectrum of human behavior, and then he just dries up. ... I would rather give full vent to all human loves and disappointments, and take a chance on being corny, than die a smartass. Jim Harrison
At birth, we emerge from dream soup. At death, we sink back into dream soup. In between soups, there is a crossing of dry land. Life is a portage. Tom Robbins
Thomas Fuller quote: "We never know the worth of water till the well is dry."
We never know the worth of water till the well is dry. Thomas Fuller
Margaret Atwood quote: "I always remembered what she looked like, the dried apple..."
I always remembered what she looked like, the dried apple face, the silvery gray hair, the snapping blue eyes. Margaret Atwood
Strong passions are the precious raw material of sanctity. Individuals that have carried their sinning to extremes should not despair or say, “I am too great a sinner to change,” or “God would not want me.” God will take anyone who is willing to love, not with an occasional gesture, but with a “passionless passion,” a “wild tranquility.” A sinner, unrepentant, cannot love God, any more that a man on dry land can swim; but as soon as he takes his errant energies to God and asks for their... Fulton J. Sheen
...childlike wonder and awe have died. The scenery and poetry and music of the majesty of God have dried up like a forgotten peach at the back of the refrigerator. John Piper
Drinking your milk and talking at the same time may result in your having to be patted on the back and dried for quite a long time afterwords. A. A. Milne
All true histories contain instruction; though, in some, the treasure may be hard to find, and when found, so trivial in quantity, that the dry, shrivelled kernel scarcely compensates for the trouble of cracking the nut. Whether this be the case with my history or not, I am hardly competent to judge. I sometimes think it might prove useful to some, and entertaining to others; but the world may judge for itself. Shielded by my own obscurity, and by the lapse of years, and a few fictitious... Anne Bronte
After...The seas have dried out. The trains have come to a shrieking holt. The hounds of the abyss cease to howl. The prisons have closed their doors. The pigs have no one to arrest except themselves. The drugs no longer have an effect. When it's all over. All I'll remember is you Henry Rollins
Long ago the country bore the country-town and nourished it with her best blood. Now the giant city sucks the country dry, insatiably and incessantly demanding and devouring fresh streams of men, till it wearies and dies in the midst of an almost uninhabited waste of country. Oswald Spengler

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