No matter what you do for a living you should get paid for your work, whether you're washing dishes or recording songs.
For washing his hands, none sels his lands.
Our bodies need regular washing because we get dirty everyday. But so do our hearts! Because each day, people hurt us, offend us, forget us, snub us, step on us, reject us. But if we choose to forgive everyone everyday, we cleanse our hearts! We wake up the next morning refreshed and pure and lovely!
Hair is an issue for most women, and after washing, blow-drying, flat-ironing, curling, braiding, twisting and spending the time and money on it, who wants to mess it up by sweating and having to do it all over again?
Jesus washing the disciples feet is the most supreme act of humility in all of God’s word.
The series of photographic operations, developing, washing, final drying, takes about quarter of an hour.
He who crosses the ocean twice without washing is a dirty double crosser.
Vibration is always good. Sitting on top of the washing machine thats going.
If I wasn't writing poems I'd be washing my hands all the time.
There are always meaningful songs for somebody. People are doing their courting, people are finding their wives, people are making babies, people are washing their dishes, people are getting through the day, with songs that we may find insignificant. But their significance is affirmed by others. There’s always someone affirming the significance of a song by taking a woman into his arms or by getting through the night. That’s what dignifies the song. Songs don’t dignify human activity. Human activity dignifies the song.
A washing machine needs constant maintenance. It doesn't want any harm. It wants tranquility, and you need someone to - you're not going to harm it by continuously monitoring it and adjusting it.
The plot is not very important to me, though a novel must have one, of course. It's just a line to hang the washing on.
Truth, like gold, is to be obtained not by its growth, but by washing away from it all that is not gold.
I've had a lot of luck. If I didn't I'd be washing bottles in Russia.
I beg of you, you who could and should be bearing and rearing a family: Wives, come home from the typewriter, the laundry, the nursing, come home from the factory, the cafe. No career approaches in importance that of wife, homemaker, mother -- cooking meals, washing dishes, making beds for one's precious husband and children. Come home, wives, to your husbands. Make home a heaven for them. Come home, wives, to your children, born and unborn. Wrap the motherly cloak about you and, unembarrassed, help in a major role to create the bodies for the immortal souls who anxiously await.
Normal is nothing more than a cycle on a washing machine.
Truth is a clumsy servant that breaks the dishes while washing them.
Women are part of the reason for washing and keeping clean, aren't they?
Normal is a cycle on a washing machine.
The freedom of women was achieved by two things: One, the Pill. Two. . . by labour-saving devices like the washing machine. By science, not feminism.