He still smiles all the time, but now his smiles look like they're made out of water, about to drip down his face.
I am not worried, Harry," said Dumbledore, his voice a little stronger despite the freezing water. "I am with you.
An Elegy A thousand times must we deplore The lost will never come to life again; Even as flowing water runs away, Returning nevermore. Lady Kanin
Reasoning with a drunkard is like Going under water with a torch to seek for a drowning man.
Your pupils are dilated. Does that mean you want to fuck me or eat me? Because I might have a problem with one of those. -Dex to Sloane
Blood is like water, to a vampire. And coffee is like blood, to a tired mosquito. And my love is like an itch—and a scratch.
Father says hot water can be as stimulating as an alcoholic drink and though I never come by one...I can well believe it.
I shower in the dark, barely able to tell soap from conditioner, and tell myself that I will emerge new and strong, that the water will heal me.
The foraging for food and water, the struggle for life in a world without masters, housed in a body that man had made dependent on himself.
Fire wants to burn Water wants to flow Air wants to rise Earth wants to bind Chaos wants to devour Cal wants to live
She continued weeping until the heat of her tear water, the sheer velocity of its flow, finally obscured the already vague circumstances of its origins.
The spiritual life of any congregation and its growth in grace will never exceed the high-water mark set by its pulpit.
My meal arrived. It was a bowl of tepid, green curried water with two spinach leaves floating in it. The waiter called it 'vegetable soup'. I called it inedible slop.
It's always funny that you can try and try again to steal all your critics' ammo, predict their responses, but no matter what, they'll still have a water gun stashed somewhere.
Endure for another day, Mister Tannen, and you'll have all the foul black misuse of water you can drink.
Finally, the water level topped off, leaving him with no more air to breathe. He drew his last breath and slipped down deep into the darkness that claimed his soul.
...his eyes were exactly the color of that gleaming golden-brown moss you see on stones under the clear water of running brooks.
I think love and hate intertwine far too much for humanity's own good, yet we choose to compare them like vinegar and water.
How could a mother who boils water for pasta leave two little girls behind?
I'm going to take a shower," I said and prepared for the comment I knew was coming. "You know what they say, conserve water and shower with a friend.
There’s a great drought in my village. People are dying. The price of rice and pulses has rocketed. There is no water anywhere. And here, people are complaining about the rain...
