Bricks should be made in Spring or Autumn so that they may dry uniformly.
The living are soft and yielding; the dead are rigid and stiff. Living plants are flexible and tender; the dead are brittle and dry.
Americans just don't understand dry wit.
I like my food dry. Not sick, not even dying, dead.
We sacrifice to dress till household joys and comforts cease. Dress drains our cellar dry, and keeps our larder lean.
The pattern of a newspaperman's life is like the plot of 'Black Beauty. ' Sometimes he finds a kind master who gives him a dry stall and an occasional bran mash in the form of a Christmas bonus, sometimes he falls into the hands of a mean owner who drives him in spite of spavins and expects him to live on potato peelings. The Sunday World was a dry-stall interlude in my wanderings.
All adventuring is rash, and all innovations dangerous. But not nearly so dangerous as stagnation and dry rot. From grooves, cliques, clichés and resignation - Good Lord deliver us!
I suppose all writers worry about the well running dry.
A gilded No is more satisfactory than a dry Yes.
Not since the Depression has the state been this dry, have our rivers been this low, our water table this low, and our reservoirs this low.
The will to win. . . the will to achieve. . . goes dry and arid without continuous renewal.
For the time it takes to make the film, you are treated like a cosseted pet. Then the process is over, and you're hung out to dry. It's like being a mink.
Then she cried without tears, which is said to hurt even more like dry labor.
I'd like a nice piece of salmon that's not too pink inside and yet isn't too dry or crisp either.
There is nothing more energizing than inhaling the tang of wilderness, loamy after rain, pungent with the richness of earth shuddering with life, or taking in the brisk dry cleanness of winter.
Expect to have hope rekindled. The dry seasons in life do not last. The spring rains will come again.
And it never failed that during the dry years the people forgot about the rich years, and during the wet years they lost all memory of the dry years. It was always that way.
Do not be afraid to love. Remember dear old Don Quixote, viewing the world with love. He saw many beautiful things no one else saw. Try being dear Don Quixote for a day. You'll see that love improves your vision and allows you to see more than your eye has ever seen before. But be forewarned: Those who look on the world with love will need a handkerchief, not to use as a blindfold, but to blow their nose and dry their tears.
The dry grasses are not dead for me. A beautiful form has as much life at one season as another.
When I had the honor to be a second lieutenant, I ate dry bread, but I never let anyone know that I was poor.