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Muddy water, let stand, becomes clear.
Too thick to drink," as the boatmen used to say about the water of the Mississippi River, "too thin to walk on.
The quality of Scotchness was a highly concentrated essence, and should always be diluted. As an ingredient it was admirable; neat, it was as abominable as ammonia.
Blacko-oxy-tonic phosphate, it's the latest scoop. But that's alright girls, you can call it goop.
This stuff tastes like the bastard love child of grapes and rubbing alcohol
I need a water/glory mix of 2:1. That'd make me piss like a champion.
When I am holding a water balloon, so many things look so unnecessarily dry.
Water - a thoroughly underrated drink.
This water tastes like it was in a bowl.
Chlorophyll drops.
Your hair is still wet!
Raindrop gangbang. Little water-based whore.
Yesterday was to me like the paper through which chemists filter their solutions: all suspended particles, all that is superfluous remains on this paper. And this morning I went downstairs freshly distilled, transparent.
This water is more delicious than the soft kisses from the daubed lips of a dozen nubile maidens
Washed clean like a porcelain, with housewifely care ...
Drink does not drown care, but waters it, and makes it grow faster.
We're just going to go straight beer. No sense in diluting it.
Moisture is the essence of wetness, and wetness is the essence of beauty.
Was still a fine, persistent drizzle. There was a word in Scots for it - smirr.
watermelon cut in half and it was
Champagne with its foaming whirls/As white as Cleopatra's pearls.
Control, edit and distill.
It came out sparkling like liquid sky.
Coffee or orange juice?"
"Water is fine."
His eyebrows went up.
"Uh-oh," Auriele said, but she was smiling.
Darryl was not. "Are you implying that my coffee is not the best in four counties? Or my fresh-squeezed orange juice is less than perfect?
To be certain you're consuming the real deal, look carefully at the label. W-h-i-s-k-e-y indicates the heavenly liquid from the Emerald Isle. Without the "e," it's from Scotland or some other godforsaken place.
pickled in formaldehyde and painted like a whore, / Shrimp-pink incorruptible, not lost or gone before.
The perverted ingenuity of man has given to water the power of intoxicating where wine is not procured. Western nations intoxicate themselves by moistened grain.
Water....I'm thirsty not dirty.
Foster poured some more bourbon for his guest. I don't know what it's
The gods preferring their libations diluted with rainwater and mixed with freshly cut grass.
A martini. Shaken, not stirred.
In the bottle the acids were long ago resolved; the imperial dye had softened with time, as the colour grows richer in stained windows; and the glow of hot autumn afternoons on hillside vineyards, was ready to be set free and to disperse the fogs of London.
It's evening, one of those gray water-color washes, like liquid dust.
Let muddy water stand and it will become clear.
A brown composition, which looked like diluted pincushions without the covers, and was called porridge.
How much better a man feels when he is mixed with halibut and leg of mutton and roebuck
Blud's thicker than water.
Seeds pour out oil when pressed.
Grapes pour out wine when squeezed.
Herbs pour out medicine when pounded.
Flowers pour out perfume when crushed.
The gifted pour out excellence when tested.
It was still very wet under the trees. A careless tug at a branch might flip cold rainbow-edged drops down your back. And the sky was gray as concrete. But they enjoyed the silence, the soft sucking ground matted with last year's needles.
We wish to be watered; we must daily mediate on the word of God.
The purest white seems stained.
We thought it was drops
of dew and kissed
cold tears from the crossgrass.
It's clear, it's fresh, like a mint candy.
I'm really, really dumb about describing wine, but I like wine that's full-bodied and dry.
topped with whipped cream, chopped nuts
Water! pretending to be pure, thou resemblest false friends. Thou art warm at the top and cold at bottom.
[Referring to a glass of water:] I mixed this myself. Two parts H, one part O. I don't trust anybody!
I washed mud off of mud.
water clings to my wrists. it has been my fragrance since birth.
Baby, why are you all wet?
But mash whiskey took some of the dry away and made Augustus feel nicely misty inside - foggy and cool as a morning in the Tennessee hills. He seldom got downright drunk, but he did enjoy feeling misty along about sundown,
It had soaked in on him at last, the spot he was in. Soaked clear through a quart of booze until it hit him where he lived and rubbed the place raw.
It's as mild as goose-milk.
There was no smell, no texture, no temperature to it. It had as much substance as a politician's promise.
Dance and Provencal song and sunburnt mirth! On for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene! With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth.
She watered her pepper plants with the water she used to rinse out her unmentionables ...
What is the scent of water?"
"Renewal. The goodness of God coming down like dew.
A small cup of the deceivingly cheerful cherry-red syrup
[Tar water] is of a nature so mild and benign and proportioned to the human constitution, as to warm without heating, to cheer but not inebriate.
Are the grapes bitter or sweet? You have to taste.
STILL WATER RUNS DEEP
as pale and sad as "lite" beer,
They've drunk everything in the house, including a pitcher of African violet plant food I'd just mixed up and was stupid enough to leave on the counter."
Tremaine punched Eddie in the shoulder. "I told you it tasted weird."
Eddie shrugged. "Tasted okay to me.
Water, we go to you dirty and rise from you clean.
The perfume of natures does not usually come forth without bruising.
Our bounty, like a drop of water, disappears, when diffus'd too widely
Proper writing ink comes in a bottle, can be swirled like brandy in a glass, and smells like apple blossom after rain.
You're drinking vintage Elvis Presley wine.
A dried plant is nothing but a sign to plant a new one
Sweet cherry wine, so very fine, take it on down, pass it all around.
What drink'st thou oft, instead of homage sweet, But poisoned flattery?
Water's water and that's why it's beautiful.
You are as dry as vermouth.
The juice of the grape is the liquid quintessence of concentrated sunbeams.
It was a very Corsican wine and you could dilute it by half with water and still receive its message.
Every drop makes a ripple...
Broken glass. It's just like glitter, isn't it?
dazed mind. Early morning rays highlighted the water stains shining through the slap-dash
What is [insert name here]? Does it taste good?
like a drop of ink in a glass of milk
I felt something wet trickle down the side of my face. I reached up and swiped the salty wetness away.
How quaint.
How very quaint.
Like believing some things last forever.
A tear. As if that could make a difference.
More delicious aromas rose. He sprinkled in a
Water dripping from his slapping fruits
Freshness is essential. That makes all the difference.
You know when your mouth a-gettin' dry, you're plenty high
Water is the best of all things.
Your skin is transparent as distilled moonlight
Water is nothing if not ingemination, an encore to the tenacity of life.
Snow is false purity.
Grapes become wine only when they have been squeezed.
The "down and dirty
...as if she'd been taking showers in liquid moonlight.
I'm tired, it's raining, and I am not a waterlily.
You know how we make a Scotch and water in this home?"
"No, sir," Gus said.
"We pour Scotch into a glass and then call to mind thoughts of water, and then we mix the actual Scotch with the abstracted idea of water.
Wine is sunlight, held together by water.
He's lost his colour very far from here,
Poured it down shell-holes till the veins ran dry
So are you to my thoughts as food to life, or as sweet seasoned showers are to the ground.
But for your eyes. Green as spring grass, and sparkling like dew in the morning sun.
My mouth watered so much my taste buds put on shower caps. Michael
Beer ... a high and mighty liquor.