Top 1200 Dry Leaves Quotes & Sayings - Page 4

When the well is dry, we know the worth of water.

Rumors are the sauce of a dry life.

Slander is a shipwrack by a dry Tempest.

The hardest work begins in dry dock.

I tend to like dry humor.

From the seed grows a root, then a sprout; from the sprout, the seedling leaves; from the leaves, the stem; around the stem, the branches; at the top, the flower. . . We cannot say that the seed causes the growth, nor that the soil does. We can say that the potentialities for growth lie within the seed, in mysterious life forces, which, when properly fostered, take on certain forms.

When my lips are dry, I can't smile, I can't talk - it's debilitating!

A man goes to a barbershop and asks, How many ahead of me? Five. The man leaves. He comes back the next day and asks, How many ahead of me? Four. The man leaves. He comes back the next day and asks, How many ahead of me? Six. The man leaves, and the barber says to another, Follow that man! The man comes back and says, He goes to your house!

My humor is very dry. To me it doesn't make sense.

Apartheid isn't that cut-and-dry. All men are not created equal.

A lot of guys man, they are dull and dry.

Autumnal -- nothing to do with leaves. It is to do with a certain brownness at the edges of the day ... Brown is creeping up on us, take my word for it ... Russets and tangerine shades of old gold flushing the very outside edge of the senses... deep shining ochres, burnt umber and parchments of baked earth -- reflecting on itself and through itself, filtering the light. At such times, perhaps, coincidentally, the leaves might fall, somewhere, by repute. Yesterday was blue, like smoke.

I think dry nanotechnology is probably a dead-end.

From the moment it is touched, the heart cannot dry up.

I tell my students, it's got to be warm, dry, and noble.

I have a very dry sense of humor.

I don't have dry seasons, because I don't allow them.

My spirit has become dry because it forgets to feed on You.

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

There is no coming to heaven with dry eyes.

Rarely do pens go dry in restaurants.

How dry eyes can get when they are not allowed to cry!

I've done maybe twelve of Shakespeare's plays. I was with the Royal Shakespeare Company for years. Whatever influence that has never leaves you. If you learn to drive a car, and you learn the right way if there is ever a right way. You learn the good aspects, you learn to drive properly. And that never leaves you.

We're talking about an extremely prolific poet and songwriter and lyricist. That stuff comes off the top of her head. She [Joni Mitchell] will write exactly what she lives. If she puts some money in the soda machine, she'll write about putting money in the soda machine. "Dry Cleaner from Des Moines," on the Shadows & Light album, was about sitting next to a dry cleaner from Des Moines, playing a slot machine.

New York is so dry.

To look at any thing, If you would know that thing, You must look at it long: To look at this green and say, "I have seen spring in these Woods," will not do - you must Be the thing you see: You must be the dark snakes of Stems and ferny plumes of leaves, You must enter in To the small silences between The leaves, You must take your time And touch the very peace They issue from.

Americans just don't understand dry wit.

Dry creek glimpsed by lightning

We don't get ourselves dry cleaned.

If you can't find dry shampoo, baby powder is great.

A dry soul is wisest and best.

There's no taking trout with dry breeches.

The sun, a red wheel, was sinking slowly in the west. Besides being spectacularly beautiful, the early-summer sunset was exceedingly soft and gentle: black mulberry leaves turned as red as roses; pristine white acacia petals shed an enshrouding pale-green aura. Mild evening breezes made both the mulberry leaves and the acacia petals dance and whirl, filling the woods with a soft rustle.

When the well is dry, they know the worth of water.

Scepticism, that dry caries of the intelligence.

I'm like a connoisseur of dry shampoo, so I'm really picky.

A Wednesday with no rain is a dry hump day.

Traditional conceptual art is very dry.

I really like just super dry comedy.

I would fain die a dry death.

Have faith in God but keep your powder dry.

Autobiography is a wound where the blood of history does not dry.

Let's get out of these wet clothes and into a dry Martini.

How torturous is the "churchly" language one must speak in church - the tone, style, habit. It is all artificial; there is a total absence of a simple human language. With what a sigh of relief one leaves this world of cassocks, and kissing and church gossip. As soon as one leaves, one sees: wet bare branches, fog which floats over fields, trees, homes. Sky. Early dusk. And it all tells an incredibly simple truth.

By now, the morning sun was just over the horizon and it came at me like a sidearm pitch between the houses of my old neighborhood. I shielded my eyes. This being early October, there were already piles of leaves pushed against the curb—more leaves than I remembered from my autumns here—andless open space in the sky. I think what you notice most when you haven’t been home in a while is how much the trees have grown around your memories.

I can be very dry and sarcastic.

Water is the true wealth in a dry land.

Yet the leaf is the chief product and phenomenon of Life: this is a green world, with animals comparatively few and small, and all dependent on the leaves. By leaves we live. Some people have strange ideas that they live by money. They think energy is generated by the circulation of coins. Whereas the world is mainly a vast leaf colony, growing on and forming a leafy soil, not a mere mineral mass: and we live not by the jingling of our coins, but by the fullness of our harvests.

His [Bob Dylan] humour was dry and splendid.

I have an incredibly dry sense of humor.

One paire of eares drawes dry an hundred tongues.

He was white and shaken, like a dry martini.

Intellect alone is a dry and rattling thing.

Dry your tears, have no fears.

I wash my hands constantly in the kitchen, so they're always dry.

I do not invent characters. There they are. That's who they are. That's their nature. They talk and they behave the way they want to behave. I don't have a character behaving one way, then a point comes in the play where the person has to either stay or leave. If I had it plotted that the person leaves, then the person leaves. If that's what the person wants to do. I let the person do what the person wants or has to do at the time of the event.

I like my dry-aged steaks.

You have to eat oatmeal or you'll dry up. Anybody knows that.

I don't want to do architecture that's dry and dull.

For my skin, Neutrogena dry body oil is heaven!