#rub

You can always tell an old soldier by the inside of his holsters and cartridge boxes. The young ones carry pistols and cartridges; the old ones, grub. ↗

— George Bernard Shaw

#boxes #carry #cartridge #cartridges #grub

The rubber industry is of much significance to our countries. For millions of our smallholders, the rubber tree is a tree of life, serving as a crucial source of income for earning a living and raising families. ↗

— Thaksin Shinawatra

#crucial #earning #families #income #industry

The ad in the paper said 'Big Sale. Last Week.' Why advertise? I already missed it. They're just rubbing it in. ↗

— Yakov Smirnoff

#advertise #already #big #i #just

Well, I'm used to rubbing shoulders with crooks and criminals. ↗

— Jason Statham

#crooks #i #rubbing #shoulders #used

I love grilling. Grilling is an incredible way to keep healthy. And you can marinate both with a dry rub and also wet marinades. You can marinate juniper berry or a little bit of olive oil and some citrus and fresh herbs - all of that sort of stuff. ↗

— Curtis Stone

#berry #bit #both #citrus #dry

If a woman earned a dollar by scrubbing, her husband had a right to take the dollar and go and get drunk with it and beat her afterwards. It was his dollar. ↗

— Lucy Stone

#beat #dollar #drunk #earned #get

I suppose meeting people whether it's in real life and actually shaking their flesh and blood hand or shaking the mystical hand of the character all rub off on you in some way. ↗

— Janet Suzman

#blood #character #flesh #hand #i

I did not lose myself all at once. I rubbed out my face over the years washing away my pain, the same way carvings on stone are worn down by water. ↗

— Amy Tan

#carvings #did #down #face #i

Over the tops of it, beginning to dusk under a young white moon, trailed a wavering ghost of smoke, and at the end of it I came upon the Pocket Hunter making a dry camp in the friendly scrub. ↗

— Mary Austin

#came #camp #dry #dusk #end

With their souls of patent leather, they come down the road. Hunched and nocturnal, where they breathe they impose, silence of dark rubber, and fear of fine sand. ↗

— Federico Garcia Lorca

#come #dark #down #down the road #fear