But what if I fail of my purpose here? It is but to keep the nerves at strain, to dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall, and baffled, get up and begin again.
And sometimes you just have to trust that there will be more, sometimes you go through dry spells and you have to assure yourself "no no, it's gonna be fine. There's gonna be more songs, it's all good.
This is the fear that made fish crawl out onto dry land and evolve lungs, the fear that teaches us to run, the fear that makes us bury our dead.
This is happening all over the world. It's not just this golf course. Hopefully, if it stays dry, it will let a few more people in (contention). If it gets wet, though, there's only a few people where it's attainable.
Hillary has now erased all of her emails, and she also had all of her pantsuits dry cleaned.
If there be any one habit which more than another is the dry rot of all that is high and generous in youth, it is the habit of ridicule.
He will hear the rain before he feels it, a clicking on the dry grass, on the olive leaves.
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?. . . Or does it explode?
I am the hawk and there's blood in my feathers, but time is still turning they soon will be dry. And all those who see me and all who believe in me, share in the freedom I feel when I fly.
He's getting dumped. And he doesn't even know it yet. He's probably eating a cheeseburger or flossing or picking up his dry cleaning, and he has no idea. No inkling.
Dry your eyes O dry your eyes, For I was taught in Paradise To ease my breast of melodies.
Well it's hotter 'n blazes and all the long faces there'll be no oasis for a dry local grazier
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.
Mars once was wet and fertile. It's now bone dry. Something bad happened on Mars. I want to know what happened on Mars so that we may prevent it from happening here on Earth.
Learn to commend thy daily acts to God, so shall the dry every-day duties of common life be steps to heaven, and lift they heart hither.
Monks will have three begging bowls for their food: one for water, one for liquid food, one for dry food.
The dry knowledge of the three R's is not even now, it can never be, a permanent part of the villagers' life.
Would that I were a dry well, and that the people tossed stones into me, for that would be easier than to be a spring of flowing water that the thirsty pass by, and from which they avoid drinking.
They tied me back together, but they didn't use double knots. My insides are draining out of the fault lines in my skin, I can feel it, but every time I check the bandages, they're dry.
Why should we grope among the dry bones of the past? The sun shines today also.