They stared at each other. Every ocean, every river, every minute they had walked together was in their gaze. He said nothing and she said nothing. She kneeled by him, her hands on him, on his chest, on his heart, on his lungs that took air in but co...
Sin aims always at the utmost; every time it rises up to tempt or entice, might it have its own course, it would go out to the utmost sin in that kind. Every unclean thought or glance would be adultery if it could; every covetous desire would be oppr...
Every disadvantage has its advantage.
Every source flows to the sea.
Every flood has its ebb.
To every fool his cap.
Ingratitude is the mother of every vice.
The beginning is the half of every action.
Under every stone sleeps a scorpion.
Every tear has a smile behind it.
Not every cloud brings rain.
A good cock will crow on every dungheap.
For every dog there is an appropriate stick.
Every eye has its look.
Every error has its excuse.
There are a thousand paths to every wrong.
There are a thousand roads to every wrong.
Every seed knows its time.
Every family has a skeleton in the cupboard.
Every worm has its hole.
