I feel very at home in L.A., I think, because it's dry, and there's sun, like the West Texas I grew up in.
You should not see the desert simply as some faraway place of little rain. There are many forms of thirst.
You know when your mouth a-getting dry You're plenty high.
For the air of youth, Hopeful and cheerful, in thy blood will reign A melancholy damp of cold and dry To weigh thy spirits down, and last consume The balm of life.
Science by itself is about numbers, and it's about measuring things. It's very important but it's very dry.
And voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
Lo! now the direful monster, whose skin clings To his strong bones, strides o'er the groaning rocks: He withers all in silence, and his hand Unclothes the earth, and freezes up frail life.
The task of the modern educator is not to cut down jungles, but to irrigate deserts.
There's no dew left on the daisies and clover; there's no rain left in heaven.
He types his labored column - weary drudge! Senile fudge and solemn: spare, editor, to condemn these dry leaves of his autumn.
I look'd to Heav'n, and try'd to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came and made My heart as dry as dust.
When I am holding a water balloon, so many things look so unnecessarily dry.
That’s what existence means: draining one’s own self dry without the sense of thirst.
I like white wine, Riesling.
It scored right away with me by being the smooth, fine-grained sort, not the coarse flaky, dry-on-the-outside rubbish full of chunds of gut and gristle to testify to its authenticity.
The objects I chose were designed to hold something, but I didn't fill them up. They remained empty. They were little symbolic shrines to thirst.
I usually fly abroad to shoot films and for interviews, so I spend a lot of time inside planes, and I feel that my skin gets very dry.
Alas, where is there still a sea in which one could drown: thus our lament resounds – across shallow swamps.
The fascination of what's difficult Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent Spontaneous joy and natural content Out of my heart.
The hands really show signs of age.
A common language doesn't soothe dry tongues and thirsty throats.
Scholarship has the same relationship to wisdom as righteousness has to holiness: it is cold and dry, it is loveless and knows nodeep feelings of inadequacy or longing.
When your lips get dry, is there anything more frantic?
Sometimes, especially when it's cold, I get dry skin, so I scratch a lot. I scratch my arms incessantly.
Hell is life drying up.
