Dew Quotes
In you is the illusion of each day. You arrive like the dew to the cupped flowers. You undermine the horizon with your absence. Eternally in flight like the wave.
Doritos-flavored Mountain Dew is coming. You drink it, you get a combination of type 1 and type 2 diabetes.
Nothing can beat the smell of dew and flowers and the odor that comes out of the earth when the sun goes down.
The birds that were singing in the dew-drenched garden seemed to be telling the flowers about her.
Fairest of all that earth beholds, the hues That live among the clouds, and flush the air, Lingering, and deepening at the hour of dews.
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe, - Sailed on a river of crystal light Into a sea of dew.
The morning drips her dew for me, Noon spreads an opal canopy. Home-bound, the drifting cloud-crafts rest Where sunset ambers all the west...
A bird in the boughs sang "June," And "June" hummed a bee In a Bacchic glee As he tumbled over and over Drunk with the honey-dew.
For keenest enjoyment, I visit when the dew is on them, or in cloudy weather, or when the rain is falling: and I must be alone or with someone who cares for them as I do.
The mirror is the mother dew, the book of desiccated twilights, echo become flesh.
Greek is the morning land of languages, and has the freshness of early dew in it which will never exhale.
She sat in the dew-damp grass and ripped up clumps of it, tossing them in the air and feeling vaguely guilty about it. Some gnome ought to pop out of the tree and scold her for torturing the lawn.
Her lips are roses over-washed with dew, Or like the purple of Narcissus' flower; No frost their fair, no wind doth waste their power, But by her breath her beauties to renew.
Like the dew on the mountain, like the foam on the river, like the bubble on the fountain, thou art gone, and for ever!
Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn, Come clear of the nets of wrong and right; Laugh, heart, again in the grey twilight, Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn.
As he drank, little brown drops of coffee clung to his mustache like dew. Men will live like billy goats if they are let alone.
In the nice bee, what sense so subtly true From pois'nous herbs extracts the healing dew?
I watched a rose-bud very long Brought on by dew and sun and shower, Waiting to see the perfect flower: Then when I thought it should be strong It opened at the matin hour And fell at even-song.
Jewish prayers are mostly about daily things - the sliver of a new moon, dew on the grass, the bread and the wine.
A gush of bird song, a patter of dew A cloud and a rainbow's warning; Suddenly sunshine and perfect blue An April day in the morning!
What precious drops are those, Which silently each other's track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
These are the four that are never content: that have never been filled since the dew began- Jacala's mouth, and the glut of the kite, and the hands of the ape, and the eyes of Man.
Stories help me. To live. To work. To find the meaning hidden in every dream, ever leaf, every drop of dew.
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth, Contagious blastments are are most imminent.
Come quickly -- as soon as these blossoms open, they fall. This world exists as a sheen of dew on flowers.
The brilliant passes, like the dew at morn; The true endures, for ages yet unborn.
On the Death of his Child Dew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting
The breeze and the dew make tranquil the clear dawn; Behind the curtain there is one who alone is up betimes. The orioles sing and the flowers smile - Whose then, after all, is the Spring?
Don’t bring the ocean if I feel thirsty, nor heaven if I ask for a light; but bring a hint, some dew, a particle, as birds carry only drops away from water, and the wind a grain of salt.
The wind blows out, the bubble dies; The spring entomb'd in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past, and man forgot.
always there is a sort of dream of air between you and the hills of California, a veil of unreality in the intervening air. It gives the hills the bloom that peaches have, or grapes in the dew.
