Stopping her is like trying to stop the wind. It’s like trying to grab olive oil with your hand.
A nagging wife is like the dripping of a leaky roof in a rainstorm.
As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another.
Then Mary took about a pint of pure nard. It was an expensive perfume. She poured it on Jesus’ feet and wiped them with her hair. The house was filled with the sweet smell of the perfume.