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Quotes About Moist

Erizo El Erizo es el sol del mar, centrifugo y anaranjado, lleno de puas como llamas, hecho de huevos y de yodo. El Erizo es como el mundo: redondo, fragil, escondido: humedo, secreto, y hostil: el Erizo es como el amor.
~ Pablo Neruda
I had reached nothingness, and the nothingness was live and moist.
~ Clarice Lispector
Life, my love, is a great seduction in which all that exists seduces. That room that was deserted and for that reason primally alive. I had reached the nothing, and the nothing was living and moist.
~ Clarice Lispector
soft, moist air and bouts of low pressure blamed for headaches and illnesses and despair. A brisk autumn wind blew off the Alps
~ Jessica Shattuck
By the way, the town where Asklepios' sanitarium existed, I read now, is up in the mountains. Probably the climate was and is cool and moist; I read it's heavily wooded. I bet the stars are quite visible there. It's the place I yearn for. Out of memory.
~ Philip K. Dick
We were swimmers in a dusty yellow smell and sometimes overpower with the occasional stink of dung. If it was from a herbivore, the dung would have a grassy smell. If it was from a predator, it had a darker stink, sometimes so bad I could smell it in the helmet. Some of the piles of dung were as tall as Marley and moist though fortunately not steaming that would have meant we were way close to something dangerous.
~ David Gerrold
If you know anything about summer in Louisiana you know that the heat, moist and heavy, presses down on the pavement until it sends up shimmering mirages, and lovers, looking for a little noontime solace, stick to one another in high-ceilinged bedrooms.
~ Unknown
I finished grating a root and dropped the stub into a jar on the desk. Bloodroot is aptly named; the scientific name is Sanguinaria, and the juice is red, acrid, and sticky. The bowl in my lap was full of oozy, moist shavings, and my hands looked as though I had been disemboweling small animals.
~ Diana Gabaldon
were perpetually damp
~ Diana Gabaldon
Everyone who makes this cake can't believe how easy it is! The ricotta and sour cream keep the cake moist and the blueberries and lemon zest give it lots of flavor. Even if you're having breakfast for dinner, you still need to have dessert, right?
~ Ina Garten
Fruitcake really is the queen of cakes!' she insists as she passes a thick, crumbling slice. 'There is just nothing better — nothing!' Tasting it, you have to agree. The crude jokes about fruitcake seem silly and unfounded as its moist richness blooms on the tongue, stirring both memories of Christmases past and anticipation of those to come.
~ John Egerton
I see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever dew; And on thy cheek a fading rose Fast withereth too.
~ John Keats
The scrape and snap of Keds on loose alley pebbles seems to catapult their voices high into the moist March air blue above the wires.
~ John Updike
The October wind, which had promised rain all day, hesitated in its reckless flight down the moist pavements to hurl a handful of fine drops at the windows of the drawing room in the big Hampstead house. The sound was sharp and spiteful, so that the silence between the two women within became momentarily shocked, as if it had received some gratuitous, if trivial, insult.
~ Margery Allingham
You know Mars is hot and dry, and you know as well that winter is cold and moist; then you may know as well the reason why nettle-tops, eaten in the spring, consumeth the phlegmatic superfluities in the body of man, that and coldness and moistness of winter hath left behind.
~ Unknown
Mangos can be a messy pain to peel, but once that's done, I slice them about a centimeter thick and sprinkle them with chia seeds before putting them in the dehydrator. If I'm taking them on a plane or a hike, I'll dry them completely. Otherwise, I only wait until just the outside is dry. The outer layer, encrusted with chia, gets a crispy texture while the core remains moist and ready to burst.
~ Michael Greger
Their eyelashes were moist, and small drops of sweat beaded their upper lips. I regarded their slumber, almost innocent in its foolish thoughtlessness and its oblivion of all danger and the outside world. Is this what human beings call happiness?
~ Par Lagerkvist
It tastes like wet mittens.
~ Patrick Rothfuss