“I am like a drop of water on a rock. After drip, drip, dripping in the same place, I begin to leave a mark, and I leave my mark in many people's hearts.” PeopleHeartWaterRocksMarkDrippingDrop Of WaterDripping Water Author:Rigoberta Menchu
“You've been so long in the rain, you feel like a dirty dish rag. But despite the misery of your water soaked body, you look around to see verdant leaves dripping with water. The air entering your lungs smells vibrantly clean. To experience adventure, you must be willing to be uncomfortable at times and enjoy the loneliness by being happy with your own singing. A song pops out of your mouth... "It rained all night the day I left, the weather it was fine..."” FeelsLooksLongBodyNightSongLeftEnjoyWaterAirLonelinessWillingAdventureFineSingingMouthsRainMiseryCleanPopsSmellWeatherDespiteDirtyUncomfortableDishesEnteringLungsAll NightRagsDrippingDirty Dishes Author:Frosty Wooldridge
“If you're gay, you're gay. It's my Dennis Miller theory of homosexuality shot through the movie "Boy and the Dolphin." If you're a 12-year-old boy and you're watching the movie "Boy and a Dolphin" and a 27-year-old Sofia Loren crawls up out of the Aegean Sea after sponge diving, she's standing there in the deck of the boat in a see-through gauze top, rivulets of water dripping off her torso onto the deck of the boat. If you're a 12-year-old boy and you're watching that and you still want to make it with the captain of the boat, you're gay. You can't fight that. So it is what it is.” IfsWantYearsStillsFightingWaterBoysSeaTheoryGayShotsStandingBoatCaptainsHomosexualityDeckDivingDolphinsSpongesStanding ThereIt Is What It IsDrippingTorso Author:Bill O'Reilly
“By constant dripping, water hollows stone, A signet-ring from use alone grows thin, And the curved plowshare by soft earth is worn.” UseEarthGrowsWaterPracticeStonesConstantRingsWornDrippingDripping Water Author:Ovid
“The old men of the village of Mahotière say that the Mistress of the Water is a mulatto woman. At midnight she comes out of the spring and sings while combing her dripping long hair, which makes a sound sweeter than a violin. It is a song of perdition for whomever hears it. There is no sign of the Cross, no "Our Father" to save him. Her curse takes him like a fish in a net and the Mistress of the Water awaits him on the edge of the spring and smiles upon him and tells him to follow her to the depths, from which he will never return.” MenLongSongFatherSoundWaterMusicHairReturnMusicianSpringCrossesDepthEdgesFishesCurseOld ManVillageMidnightMistressOur FatherViolinDrippingLong HairPerditionMulattoes Author:Jacques Roumain
“Water. Its sunny track in the plain; its splashing in the garden canal, the sound it makes when in its course it meets the mane ofthe grass; the diluted reflection of the sky together with the fleeting sight of the reeds; the Negresses fill their dripping gourds and their red clay containers; the song of the washerwomen; the gorged fields the tall crops ripening.” TogetherSongCoursesSoundWaterNatureSkyFieldsReflectionRedGardenRiversSightTrackGrassTallFleetingClayCropsSunnyReedsCanalsDrippingContainersRipeningSplashingGourds Author:Jacques Roumain