Undried Quotes & Sayings

Bricks will be most serviceable if made two years before using; for they cannot dry thoroughly in less time. When fresh undried bricks are used in a wall, the stucco covering stiffens and hardens into a permanent mass, but the bricks settle and ... the motion caused by their shrinking prevents them from adhering to it, and they are separated from their union with it ... at Utica in constructing walls they use brick only if it is dry and made five years previously, and approved as such by the authority of a magistrate. — Marcus Vitruvius Pollio

I am very grateful to make my living doing what I would do for free. — Judd Nelson

Only so far as a man believes strongly, mightily, can he act cheerfully, or do anything that is worth doing. — Frederick William Robertson

Love is something you do; something not just to be said, but also to be shown. Let your love flow through your actions. — Steve Maraboli

I wish I could write. I get these ideas but I never seem to be able to put them in words. — F Scott Fitzgerald

Visible Faith is an expression of my Christian faith which must be visible to be real! I gave the name to the collection of musicians who worked with me on the record. — Ken Hensley

An exile's only country is his country's literature. — Andrei Makine

Let us give something to each person we meet: joy, courage, hope, assurance, or philosophy, wisdom, a vision for the future. Let us always give something. — Daisaku Ikeda

The whole idea of rock and roll lifestyle is a cartoon. It's a caricature. And at times, it's made up of people emulating others; a few who actually live that lifestyle and many who claim to live that lifestyle. — Paul Stanley

Red is all right, I thought to myself. Wherever and whatever he is or will be, he is all right. It is I who must be made well. There's a hole inside me that will have to be filled up. And an aching that will have to grow less. — Sheila Moon

I do think you're mad and I'll still go with you. — Suzanne Collins

Yiddish, the language which will ever bear witness to the violence and murder inflicted on us, bear the marks of our expulsions from land to land, the language which absorbed the wails of the fathers, the laments of the generations, the poison and bitterness of history, the language whose precious jewels are the undried, uncongealed Jewish tears. — I.L. Peretz