Quotes About Parched

#1. She licked her parched lips, moistening them, preparing them. "You could lose your job."
"You could be expelled."
"It's unethical."
"Dangerous."
His mouth hovered only millimeters over hers. "We doing this?"
She hooked her arms around his neck. "God yes.

Shelly Bell

#2. We should be about our Father's business by pouring His compassionate love into aching and parched souls that have nowhere to turn, no one to love, and no one to care. Let them see Jesus in us. That is a living testimony.

Billy Graham

#3. And the past held only this wisdom: that love was a damaging mistake, and its accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion. And whenever those twin poisonous flowers began to sprout in the parched land of that field, Mariam uprooted them. She uprooted them and ditched them before they took hold.

Khaled Hosseini

#4. Rain is a blessing when it falls gently on parched fields, turning the earth green, causing the birds to sing.

Donald Worster

#5. There are flood and drought over the eyes and in the mouth, dead water and dead sand contending for the upper hand. The parched eviscerate soil gapes at the vanity of toil, laughs without mirth. This is the death of the earth.

T. S. Eliot

#6. The rain swirls over the trees and roofs of the town, and the parched earth soaks it up, exuding a fragrance that comes only once in a year, the fragrance of quenched earth, the most exhilarating of all smells.

Ruskin Bond

#7. It has done me good to be somewhat parched by the heat and drenched by the rain of life.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

#8. Thirsting for God O God, you are my God; I earnestly search for you. My soul thirsts for you; my whole body longs for you in this parched and weary land where there is no water. I have seen you in your sanctuary and gazed upon your power and glory. PSALM 63:1-2 NLT

Various

#9. I thought I dreamed you." The words whisper from my parched throat.
His head tilts to one side, his mouth shifting to something less sarcastic, more amused. "That may be the most enchanting thing I've ever been told after spending the night with a girl.

Tammara Webber

#10. Summer was on the way; Jem and I awaited it with impatience. Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screened porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the tree house; summer was everything good to eat; it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape; but most of all, summer was Dill.

Harper Lee

#11. Our favorite games were killing.
Our favorite books were death.
It had been beaten into us:
God is love.
Not the parched face and gnarled
capes across a stick body; jittering
in the nude sky, we couldn't see
trying to touch us
for the blood in our eyes.

Joseph Bathanti

#12. small gully where the red mud had dried and cracked in a system of parched veins.

Paula McLain

#13. Now, Pheoby, don't feel too mean wid de rest of 'em 'cause dey's parched up from not knowin' things.

Zora Neale Hurston

#14. The visual conjured in Val's mind - all that parched, wrinkled flesh in furious friction - culminated in flames, as if some giant cosmic Boy Scout had decided to rub two old people together to make a fire.

Christopher Moore

#15. Because my life without you would be
a place of parched and broken trees ...

Mary Oliver

#16. All these tears shed in the world, where do they go? If one could capture all of them, they could water the parched. Then perhaps these tears would have value and all this grief would have some meaning. Otherwise, it was all a waste, just an endless cycle of birth and death; of love and loss.

Thrity Umrigar

#17. Atheism: It seeks to replace in itself the moral power of religion, in order to appease the spiritual thirst of parched humanity and save it; not by Christ, but by force.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

#18. He can make the dry parched ground of my soul to become a pool and my thirsty barren heart as springs of water. Yes he can make this habitation of dragons this heart which is so full of abominable lusts and fiery temptations to be a place of bounty and fruitfulness unto Himself

John Owen

#19. Whatever Juice this sky will pour this gaping parched old throat will drain; What time the Harper harps I'll dance: 'tis He, not I, who shall complain. Meal may be scarce and cakes be burnt, yet I weep not nor even scold: The sun is food enough for me, 't is large, and has not yet grown cold.

Ridgely Torrence

#20. Unaware that he is only interested in the presumed parched pucker in her pants, she is more than happy to give him her phone number.

Curtis Ackie

#21. Prayer cannot bring water to parched fields, or mend a broken bridge, or rebuild a ruined city; but prayer can water an arid soul, mend a broken heart and rebuild a weakened will.

Eric Greitens

#22. The Lord will always lead you, satisfy you in a parched land, and strengthen your bones.

Anonymous

#23. Adele Adkins' retro-soul debut, '19', was striking less for her songs than for that voice: a voluptuous, slightly parched alto that swooped and fluttered like a Dusty Springfield student trying to upstage her teacher, or at least update the rules.

Will Hermes

#24. The country up here is beautiful; everything green and pleasant; and if you saw it now, you would not believe that in two months' time it could have such a parched and barren appearance as it will then assume.

William John Wills

#25. Already, Seattle is taking hold of her. She still holds Sedona in the dry tan of her skin and in her hair, but the fine mist of the Northwest is making its way to places she didn't know were parched.

Susan Wiggs

#26. Writers need light. They always tell you this, as though they're parched, as though they're plants, as though the page they're working on would look completely different with a southern exposure.

Meg Wolitzer

#27. To shy away from human extremes and human sensuality makes for bone-dry fiction. A world parched of our sexual releases and our tumultuous daily emotional lives is deeply impoverished. It is not lifelike, at least life as I remember living it.

Allan Gurganus

#28. If you ever try that again," I say, taking a sip of chocolate to wet my suddenly parched throat, "I will beat you silly with your own cane.

Kiersten White

#29. I need you like a blossom needs rain, like the winter ground needs spring-to soothe my parched soul.

Solange Nicole

#30. Many in the world are searching, often intensely, for a source of refreshment that will quench their yearning for meaning and direction in their lives. They crave a cool, satisfying drink of insight and knowledge that will soothe their parched souls.

Joseph B. Wirthlin

#31. When autumn gusts blew in from the Rideau Lakes, parched brown leaves swirled and scattered around the sides of the neglected building, forming mounds like grave-markers, for ghosts of the past, who lingered on the dust-covered dance floor.

Arlene Stafford-Wilson

#32. When your throat is parched with thirst, do you desire a cup of gold?

Horace

#33. ... the warm glazes, the sparkling penumbra of the room itself and, through the little window framed with honeysuckle, in the rustic avenue, the resilient dryness of the sun-parched earth, veiled only by the diaphanous gauze woven of distance and the shade of the trees.

Marcel Proust

#34. Justice. There's a thing we shall ever thirst after, and ever be parched. No. We content ourselves with law.

Robin Hobb

#35. To be remembered is, I think, a basic human right. Not one that occurs to a person when it is there, but like a parched throat in the desert when it is gone.

Joseph Fink

#36. The parched soil of fear needs steady rain.

Max Lucado

#37. He will send "showers of blessing." Look up to-day, O parched plant, and open thy leaves and flowers for a heavenly watering.

Charles Haddon Spurgeon

#38. Today words curve around my vision,
Stumbling from my parched core
To soak again those strands of silence.

Phen Weston

#39. Jesus is the starving, the parched, the prisoner, the stranger, the naked, the sick, the dying. Jesus is the oppressed, the poor. To live with Jesus is to live with the poor. To live with the poor is to live with Jesus.

Jean Vanier

#40. He knew his vampire 'sisters' would drain the girls until they were nearly dead, then feed them some of their own blood. That's when the turning would start - as vampire and human blood mixed - and the parched agony of the Dark Kiss began.

Alan Kinross

#41. She was the breeze on a summer's day, the first drops of rain when the earth was parched, light from the evening star.

Kate Morton

#42. What joy have I in June's return?
My feet are parched-my eyeballs burn,
I scent no flowery gust;
But faint the flagging zephyr springs,
With dry Macadam on its wings,
And turns me 'dust to dust.'

Thomas Hood

#43. The weak are the most treacherous of us all. They come to the strong and drain them. They are bottomless. They are insatiable. They are always parched and always bitter. They are everyone's concern and like vampires they suck our life's blood.

Betty Davis

#44. I am not a historian. I happen to think that the content of my mother's life - her myths, her superstitions, her prayers, the contents of her pantry, the smell of her kitchen, the song that escaped from her sometimes parched lips, her thoughtful repose and pregnant laughter - are all worthy of art.

August Wilson

#45. These tears do me good, they have watered the parched place; perhaps my heart will grow again there!

George Sand

#46. He stood up slowly and took her in his arms. She wanted to bottle how safe she felt in this moment, so she could drink of it later when loneliness and fear left her parched. Remember

Kristin Hannah

#47. This is the hope the Maoists offered, the hope of dark clouds gathering over parched, fractured soil; it could rain or it could not, but they brought something new into their lives: possibility.

Neel Mukherjee

#48. She also told me it wore down her spirit to live in the desert landscape that was parched by midsummer, to plant a garden each spring and struggle to keep it alive past July.

Ursula Hegi

#49. Mati took in my expression, and a moment later I was in his arms. His kisses washed over me like floodwater over parched earth. I clutched him helplessly, tears falling down my face and mingling with his as he whispered my name.

Kathy MacMillan

#50. Recall the cold
Of Towton on Palm Sunday before dawn,
Wakefield, Tewkesbury : fastidious trumpets
Shrilling into the ruck ; some trampled
Acres, parched, sodden or blanched by sleet,
Stuck with strange-postured dead. Recall the wind's
Flurrying, darkness over the human mire.

Geoffrey Hill

#51. There is a deep dryness of the soul and all of the recalcitrant contrivances of man to quench his own thirst will bring not a single drop of moisture to those parched places, for God and God alone holds the water that satiates the soul.

Craig D. Lounsbrough

#52. Tis rushing now adown the spout,
And gushing out below,
Half frantic in its joyousness,
And wild in eager flow.
The earth is dried and parched with heat,
And it hath long'd to be
Released from out the selfish cloud,
To cool the thirsty tree.

Elizabeth Oakes Smith

#53. Summer was our best season: it was sleeping on the back screeneed porch in cots, or trying to sleep in the treehouse; summer was everything good to eat;it was a thousand colors in a parched landscape.

Harper Lee

#54. Hundreds of versts of desolate, monotonous, sun-parched steppe cannot bring on the depression induced by one man who sits and talks, and gives no sign of ever going.

Anton Chekhov

#55. Their coupling was the coupling of the sea and the sky, of the rain and the parched earth. Of night and day, wind and water.

Anita Diamant

#56. For a moment, she wasn't Mia Corvere, daughter of a murdered house, parched with the thirst for revenge. Not a fledgling assassin or a servant of a goddess. Just a girl. And he a boy. Their eyes blind to all but each other. Aalea's voice echoing in her ears.

Jay Kristoff

#57. In lang, lang days o' simmer,
When the clear and cloudless sky
Refuses ae weep drap o' rain
To Nature parched and dry,
The genial night, wi' balmy breath,
Gars verdue, spring anew,
An' ilka blade o' grass
Keps its ain drap o' dew.

James Ballantine

#58. Blood and tears are going to be our lot, whether we like them or not. Our blood and tears will flow; maybe the parched soil of India needs them so that the fine flower of freedom may grow again.

Jawaharlal Nehru

#59. The parched know --

real thirst
draws rainwater
from an empty sky.

Ivan M. Granger

#60. The obliterated place is equal parts destruction and creation. The obliterated place is pitch black and bright light. It is water and parched earth. It is mud and it is manna. The real work of deep grief is making a home there.

Cheryl Strayed

#61. How many of us go through our days parched and empty, thirsting after happiness, when we're really standing knee-deep in the river of abundance?

Sarah Ban Breathnach

#62. All I wanted, even when I hated you most, was some poor, barren, parched excuse to love you. But you only gave me riddles.

Patricia A. McKillip

#63. A poet is someone Who can pour Light into a spoon, Then raise it To nourish Your beautiful parched, holy mouth.

Hafez

#64. Thou slanting rain! Thou Hebe of the Skies, That pours out drink to Earth; thou faithful wife That with moist tears embraces her prone lord. Thou mist intensified; thou double dew That drowns the drought, that heals the parched and burnt
Thou resurrection rain.

William Batchelder Greene

#65. Percy, wake me for a second watch. Don't be a hero."
He gave her that smirk she'd come to love."Who, me?" He kissed her, his lips parched and feverishly warm. "Sleep.

Rick Riordan

#66. Until the thirst for power parched his throat, he was a fearless and noble lord.

Lloyd Alexander

#67. Is the man who trusts in man And makes hflesh his 2strength, Whose heart departs from the LORD. 6For he shall be ilike a shrub in the desert, And jshall not see when good comes, But shall inhabit the parched places in the wilderness, kIn a salt land which is not inhabited.

Richard Blackaby

#68. This parched evening seasons the night with remembrances of rain.

Samuel R. Delany

#69. It was as if the light had coaxed a flowering from the frost, which before seemed barren and parched as salt. The grass shone with petal colors, and water drops spilled from all the trees as innumerably as petals.

Marilynne Robinson

#70. The strangest thing. I came to the end of other people so quickly. Each new person was like a glass of water, and at the beginning I was parched, but then each glass tasted a little worse, the water was grittier, and by the end even the first sip was enough to make me gag, you know?

Arthur Phillips

#71. Encouragement from any source is like a drop of rain upon a parched desert. Thanks to all the many others who rained on me when I needed it, and even when I foolishly thought I didn't.
(acknowledgements in The P.U.R.E.)

Claire Gillian

#72. When you wish for so long that you could hear something, and then suddenly, with no warning, you do, it is like a lightning strike and rain on parched ground at the same time. You're stunned, but you cannot hear enough.

Robert Jordan

#73. Like rain HOPE trickles little by little at a time so that life may spring up when you're parched.

Tim Liwanag

#74. Charmaine swallowed nervously as she hesitated for a moment, her throat dry, arid and parched like the sands of the desert under the burning sun, grated painfully inside her body as her glands struggled to lubricate her air passages sufficiently.

Jill Thrussell

#75. She wanted to bottle how safe she felt in this moment, so she could drink of it later when loneliness and fear left her parched.

Kristin Hannah

#76. To be remembered is, I think, a badic human right. Not one that occurs to a person when it is there, but like a parched throat in a desert when it is gone.

Joseph Fink

#77. Do not think your single vote does not matter much. The rain that refreshes the parched ground is made up of single drops.

Kate Sheppard

#78. The grass was tall and parched, the limbs of the trees barren or else dotted with a few remaining leaves, the stragglers, bleached to the color of bone. They lifted in the breeze like waving hands, rustling like old paper.

Justin Cronin

#79. A slow trickle of lust crawled painfully down the parched gully of desire, and ended feebly in dry fumbling lechery.

Thomas Wolfe

#80. Who sat in darkness and in fear seemed to answer a vague and persistent question that haunted [Nwoye's] young soul
the question of the twins crying in the bush and the question of Ikemefuna who was killed. He felt a relief within as the hymn poured into his parched soul.

Chinua Achebe

#81. I didn't want to hear that people lived happily ever after. I wanted to know that other people suffered, too.

Heather King