Quotes of: Drying Keyword

The sweat of industry would dry and die, But for the end it works to.

Cymbeline

Secrets aren't secret. They're just hidden treasures, waiting to be exploited.

Dry Ice

Life is like a dry handjob. Just when it starts getting good, it’s already over.

Disorderly

Reading is of course dry work, and further refreshment was called for and consumed.

An Echo in the Bone

I love Clinique. Their moisturizer is amazing. My skin tends to be really oily, but then at times I'm dry, and that's the perfect amount of moisturizer.

Francia Raisa

Crime scenes of pure sex, thorns on her body, blow-dry.

Seraphic Addiction

May the ink of your thoughts never dry.

My Dear Boy: The Journey of a Lifetime

Shake it off little girl, dry your tears, suck it up and face your fears.

Sai Marie Johnson

If I want to look half decent, a blow dry is a godsend. I'm crap at doing my own hair.

Suki Waterhouse

Minds are like flowers. If you let it sit there without soaking anything up, it will dry up.

Ken Hill

The living water that never runs dry, The water of life, Lord, the saviour of the world.

Lailah Gifty Akita

I suppose all writers worry about the well running dry.

Richard Russo

Monks will have three begging bowls for their food: one for water, one for liquid food, one for dry food.

Satish Kumar

Jeffrey Zeldman had an astonishing ability to craft a seductive coolness using educated references, dry humor, and retro/organic imagery.

Matt Mullenweg

If I didn't write my soul would dry up and die.

Isabel Allende

The series of photographic operations, developing, washing, final drying, takes about quarter of an hour.

Gabriel Lippmann

By stripping it of natural moisturizers, ethnic cleansers leave your ethnicity dry, wrinkled and flaky.

John Alejandro King

Toussaint: How did you know I have dry leprosy, that it isn't contagious? Papillon: I didn't.

Papillon

Frost: Hot as hell in here. Hudson: Yeah man, but it's a dry heat!

Aliens

My love is like a red, red rose That's newly sprung in June: My love is like the melody That's sweetly played in tune. How fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in love am I; And I will love thee still, my dear, Till all the seas gang dry. Till all ...

Robert Burns

When the waterholes were dry, people sought to drink at the mirage.

Brideshead Revisited