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Only I had dry eyes, a dry heart.

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Only I had dry eyes, a dry heart.

V.C. Andrews, Seeds of Yesterday
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When the heart is dry the eye is dry.

Victor Hugo, Les Misérables - anthology
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It was pretty miserable wretches that minded at all whether they were wet or dry. He could not understand why such people had been born. "It's nothing but damned eccentricity to want to be dry" he would say. "I've been wet more than half my life and never been a whit the worse for it.

Halldór Laxness, Independent People
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The paint is drying, and time is dying. The pain is crying, lying on my back, trying to get back the time, to brushstrokes too fast, wet went dry and love went dull; now I live in a portrait I never painted.

Anthony Liccione
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If you have to dry the dishes (Such an awful boring chore)If you have to dry the dishes('Stead of going to the store)If you have to dry the dishesAnd you drop one on the floorMaybe they won't let youDry the dishes anymore

Shel Silverstein, A Light in the Attic
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To write well is to have felt a tingle of joy in your being; to have left a little of your blood on the page' B.J.Kibble, author of DRY RAIN, LEGION, CHASING THE WIND,and CRIES FROM THE GRAVE.

B.J. Kibble, Dry Rain
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Scepticism, that dry caries of the intelligence.

Victor Hugo
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Abel was brushing the snow off his parka while Micha was dancing around him, still balancing the plate of cookies, singing, 'We're staying, we're staying, we're staying overnight! We're drying! We're drying! We're drying on the line!

Antonia Michaelis, The Storyteller
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I don't want to do architecture that's dry and dull.

Frank Gehry
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We are the hollow menWe are the stuffed menLeaning togetherHeadpiece filled with straw. Alas!Our dried voices, whenWe whisper togetherAre quiet and meaninglessAs wind in dry grassOr rats' feet over broken glassIn our dry cellarShape without form, shade without colour,Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

T.S. Eliot, Poems: 1909-1925
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