Top 100 Quotes About Dew
#1. A sensitive plant in a garden grew,
And the young winds fed it with silver dew,
And it opened its fan
like leaves to the light,
and closed them beneath the kisses of night.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
#2. Glad that I live am I;
That the sky is blue;
Glad for the country lanes,
And the fall of dew.
Lizette Woodworth Reese
#3. I prefer by far the warmth and softness to mere brilliancy and coldness. Some people remind me of sharp dazzling diamonds. Valuable but lifeless and loveless. Others, of the simplest field flowers, with hearts full of dew and with all the tints of celestial beauty reflected in their modest petals.
Anais Nin
#4. Poems On Time The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough. Time is a wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth. Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.
Rabindranath Tagore
#5. Whatever humanity I had has been fucked out of me with a giant heavenly dildo." The man gave Dew a wink. "But I guess you'd know about that, right?" "Don't
David G. Barnett
#6. One morning, very early, when the sun was up,I rose and found the shiny dew on every buttercup
Robert Louis Stevenson
#7. Shine: clear dew aching with light.
Du Fu
#8. If I can't read, if I can't make a simple Indian pudding, then I don't see the point in living much more, really. Because aside from a good book, and perhaps, a fresh morning in a dew-covered garden, few things in life give me as much pleasure as magic of making a truly spectacular dessert.
Sarah Strohmeyer
#9. The tulip's petals shine in dew, All beautiful, but none alike.
James Montgomery
#10. If our faith can live without God, it is not divinely created. If God had begotten it, it would wait upon Him as the flowers wait upon the dew.
Charles Spurgeon
#11. I was fifteen then, too young to fall in-love. Or maybe it is only then, with dew of childhood still in my eyes, that I was capable of such love. I will never know, of course.
Danielle Trussoni
#12. Sometimes in June, when I see unearned dividends of dew hung on every lupine, I have doubts about the real poverty of the sands. On solvent farmlands lupines do not even grow, much less collect a daily rainbow of jewels.
Aldo Leopold
#13. A red, red rose, all wet with dew, With leaves of green by red shot through.
E. Nesbit
#14. 59. "This dew-like life will fade away; avoid involvement in superfluous things." ~
Dogen
#15. The dew has fallen with a particularly sickening thud this morning.
Douglas Adams
#17. Dew. Their feet scuffed the dark sidewalks. Raymond had two moods now. Despair came with no warning, rogue waves of helplessness that sucked him out on a rippling tide. When it receded, he was left with a dry and
Edward W. Robertson
#18. Come, come, my conservative friend, wipe the dew off your spectacles, and see that the world is moving.
Elizabeth Cady Stanton
#19. The rose is fairest when 't is budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears. The rose is sweetest wash'd with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.
Walter Scott
#20. People will not bear it when advice is violently given, even if it is well founded. Hearts are flowers; they remain open to the softly falling dew, but shut up in the violent downpour of rain.
Jean Paul
#21. I long for wildness, a nature which I cannot put my foot through, woods where the wood thrush forever sings, where the hours are early morning ones, and there is dew on the grass, and the day is forever unproved, where I might have a fertile unknown for a soil about me.
Henry David Thoreau
#22. When Enebeli Okwara sent his girl out in the world, he did not know what the world did to daughters. He did not know how quickly it would wick the dew off her, how she would be returned to him hollowed out, relieved of her better parts.
Lesley Nneka Arimah
#23. A great acacia, with its slender trunk
And overpoise of multitudinous leaves.
(In which a hundred fields might spill their dew
And intense verdure, yet find room enough)
Stood reconciling all the place with green.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
#24. I will tell you where there is power: where the dew lies upon the hills, and the rain has moistened the roots of the various plant; where the sunshine pours steadily; where the brook runs babbling along, there is a beneficent power.
Edwin Hubbel Chapin
#25. Of all the portions of life it is in the two twilights, childhood and age, that tears fall with the most frequency; like the dew at dawn and eve.
William Rounseville Alger
#26. West, North, and South the children of Men spread and wandered, and their joy was the joy of the morning before the dew is dry, when every leaf is green.
J.R.R. Tolkien
#27. Human life is as evanescent as the morning dew or a flash of lightning.
Samuel Butler
#28. The avaricious man is like the barren sandy ground of the desert which sucks in all the rain and dew with greediness, but yields no fruitful herbs or plants for the benefit of others.
Zeno Of Elea
#29. We blossom under praise like flowers in sun and dew; we open, we reach, we grow.
Gerhard E Frost
#30. Its liquor is like the sweetest dew from Heaven.
Lu Yu
#31. Bright morning comes; the bloody-fingered dawn with zealous light sets seas of air ablaze and bends to earth another false beginning. My eyes open like cornflowers, stick, crusted with their own stale dew, then take that light.
Iain Banks
#32. But just let me tell you something, son, a woman's love is like the morning dew, it's just as apt to settle on a horse turd as it is on a rose. So you better just get over it.
Larry McMurtry
#33. Words full of kindness; they are noble truth and eternal light, on the dew drops of the innocent morning.
Kristian Goldmund Aumann
#34. Christians are like the several flowers in a garden that have each of them the dew of heaven, which, being shaken with the wind, they let fall at each other's roots, whereby they are jointly nourished, and become nourishers of each other.
John Bunyan
#35. Jesus has the dew of His youth upon Him. Others grow languid with age, but He is for ever a Priest as was Melchisedek; others come and go, but He abides as God upon His throne, world without end.
Charles Haddon Spurgeon
#36. There is a dew in one flower and not in another, because one opens in cup and takes it in, while the other closes itself, and the drops run off. God rains His goodness and mercy as widespread as the dew, and if we lack them, it is because we will not open our hearts to receive them.
Henry Ward Beecher
#37. Yet from thy lethal lips and thine alone,
Love would I drink, as dew from poison-bloom.
Clark Ashton Smith
#39. On certain mornings, as we turn a corner,
an exquisite dew falls on our heart
and then vanishes.
But the freshness lingers, and this, always,
is what the heart needs.
The earth must have risen in just such a light
the morning the world was born.
Albert Camus
#40. In my defense I have
only silence, dew on the grass, a nightingale
among the branches. You forgive it,
its long tenure in the leaves of one aspen
after another, drops of eternity, grams
of amazement, and the sleepy complaints of the poor poets
Adam Zagajewski
#41. In every seed to breathe a flower, In every drop of dew To reverence a cloister star Within the distant blue; To wait the promise of the how, Despite the cloud between, Is Faith-the fervid evidence Of loneliness unseen.
John B. Tabb
#42. 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.
Robert Greene
#43. When I sound the fairy call, gather here in silent meeting,
Chin to knee on the orchard wall, cooled with dew and cherries eating.
Merry, merry, take a cherry, mine are sounder, mine are rounder,
Mine are sweeter for the eater, when the dews fall, and you'll be fairies all.
Emily Dickinson
#44. The morning paper is just as necessary for an American as dew is to the grass.
Josh Billings
#45. A grub in filth is dirty, but it changes into a cicada and sips dew in the autumn breeze. Rotting plants have no luster, but they turn into foxfire and glow in the summer moonlight. So we know that purity emerges from impurity, and light is born from darkness.
Zicheng Hong
#46. 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.
David Fairchild
#47. If I were an adult, I would be drinking coffee; as it is, I'm drinking Mountain Dew.
Chuck Klosterman
#48. 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?
Li Shangyin
#49. One naked star has waded through
The purple shallows of the night,
And faltering as falls the dew
It drips its misty light.
James Whitcomb Riley
#50. The spring is fresh and fearless
And every leaf is new,
The world is brimmed with moonlight,
The lilac brimmed with dew.
Here in the moving shadows
I catch my breath and sing -
My heart is fresh and fearless
And over-brimmed with spring.
Sara Teasdale
#51. He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
John Dryden
#52. The dew-bead Gem of earth and sky begotten.
George Eliot
#53. The forest stretched away before him. Beneath his paws he could feel the crisp crackle of newly fallen leaves. Silverpelt glittered in the sky like morning dew scattered on black fur.
Erin Hunter
#54. We should be blessed if we lived in the present always, and took advantage of every accident that befell us, like the grass which confesses the influence of the slightest dew that falls on it; and did not spend our time in atoning for the neglect of past opportunities, which we call doing our duty.
Henry David Thoreau
#56. When I'm in power, here's how I'm gonna put the country back on its feet. I'm going to put sterilizing agents in the following products: Sunny Delight, Mountain Dew, and Thick-Crust Pizza. Only the 'tardiest of the 'tards like the thick crust.
Adam Carolla
#57. The Master hath called us, in life's early morning, With spirits as fresh as the dew on the sod: We turn from the world, with its smiles and its scorning, To cast in our lot with the people of God.
Sarah Doudney
#58. A woman's love is like the morning dew. It's just as likely to settle on a horse turd as a rose.
Larry McMurtry
#59. The ocean can be yours; why should you stop
Beguiled by dreams of evanescent dew?
The secrets of the sun are yours, but you
Content yourself with motes trapped in beams.
Farid Al-Din Attar
#60. the way the dew sparkled as if a careless hand had spilled a thousand translucent gemstones on the lush green blades
Nalini Singh
#61. Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.
-Rabindranath Tagore
Rabindranath Tagore
#62. It was queer how it all hurt you--how the odor of the night, the silver sheen of the moon, the moist feeling of the dew, the whispering of the night breeze, how somewhere down in your throat it hurt you.
Bess Streeter Aldrich
#63. The white man has settled like a locust over Africa, and, like the locusts in early morning, cannot take flight for the heaviness of the dew on their wings. But the dew that weights the white man is the money that he makes from our labor.
Doris Lessing
#66. There's the Belle for Sexaloitez! And Concepta de Send-us-pray! Pang! Wring out the clothes! Wring in the dew! Godavari, vert the showers! And grant thaya grace! Aman.
James Joyce
#67. Beads of blood defied gravity, hanging in the air like drops of dew caught in a web.
Stephen Lloyd Jones
#69. The dew waits for no voice to call it to the sun.
Joseph Parker
#70. Oh, to survive
thirty-seven years on just a particle of dew!
To need exactly nothing. To sprout
weapons from your own fibrous flesh.
To bloody those
who hover in to feed you.
From, "Nature Conservancy, Spring
Kristen McHenry
#71. And pray, who are you?"
Said the Violet blue
To the Bee, with surprise,
At his wonderful size,
In her eyeglass of dew.
"I, madam," quoth he,
"Am a publican Bee,
Collecting the tax
Of honey and wax.
Have you nothing for me?
John B. Tabb
#72. Magic waited for me in the morning dew of this brand new day. And silence sang, so soft and low. It touched my sun dappled skin and kissed my parted lips.
Brandi L. Bates
#73. It was the day without a yesterday, and the world was so new the paint was still wet on the flowers, the meadows were wrapped up in a glossy cellophane of dew, and freshly budded leaves dangled like shiny price-tags from the trees.
Jaxy Mono
#75. Christians, saints of God, pray that the dew of heaven may fall on earth's dry thirsty ground, and that righteousness may cover the earth as the waters cover the sea.
Billy Graham
#76. She was gentle and sedate as usual, but evidently absent and preoccupied. Her eyes rested on the dew lying on the grass in the garden, and her ears were intent upon the melancholy singing of the autumn insects. It was as if we were in a real romance.
Murasaki Shikibu
#77. Your house sounds like a train at midday,
the wasps buzz, the saucepans sing,
the waterfall enumerates the deeds of the dew ...
Pablo Neruda
#78. Light falls upon a dew drop; rewarding all who are blessed to witness the moments of its glisten.
Truth Devour
#80. The best fragrance is the scent of water, the fragrance of dew and rain falling on plants. Water is the essential element, a source of life and energy. A perfume that, like a garment, moves to suit the woman, her skin. A perfume that embraces a woman.
Issey Miyake
#81. 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.
Pablo Neruda
#84. The melancholic breeze of another morning caressing senses tired of a brief life, yet longing for more. But my Lord, who knows the moments next, who sees the path ahead, who decides a life as delicate as a dew drop upon the tip of a grass that sways looking at the beauty of the skies?
Preeth Nambiar
#85. The star-flooded nights, the dew-soaked dawns, the hushed ambulatories, the enforced asceticism - never has Werner felt part of something so single-minded.
Anthony Doerr
#86. I am ... a mushroom; On whom the dew of heaven drops now and then.
John Ford
#87. YOU are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf,
I am the smaller one on its upper side,'
said the dewdrop to the lake.
Rabindranath Tagore
#88. Life is fragile, like the dew hanging delicately on the grass, crystal drops that will be carried away on the first morning breeze.
Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche
#89. Hide me from the hostile light That does not warm, but burn; That drains the blood of suffering men; Drinks tears, instead of dew; Let me sleep through his blinding reign, And only wake with you!
Charlotte Bronte
#90. How deep is the magic of sound may be learned by breaking some sweet verses into prose. The operation has been compared to gathering dew-drops, which shine like jewels upon the flower, but run into water in the hand. The elements remain, but the sparkle is gone.
Robert Aris Willmott
#91. His sunrise mood evaporated with the dew, giving way to restlessness, disquiet. All his life, Lucius's moods had been prey to shifts of light, and now a leaden melancholy dragged at his spirits.
Peter Matthiessen
#92. All beauty of this world is wet with the dew of tears.
Theodor Haecker
#93. Like vanishing dew,
a passing apparition
or the sudden flash
of lightning
already gone
thus should one regard one's self.
Ikkyu
#94. If you come as softly
as the wind within the trees.
You may hear what I hear.
See what sorrow sees.
If you come as lightly
as threading dew,
I will take you gladly,
nor ask more of you.
Jacqueline Woodson
#96. Up came the sun, and drank the dew.
Emily Carr
#97. I am watching parts of me evaporate like sidewalk water. This wet grey, this nighttime dew, gone before morning.
Sarah Kay
#98. Come walk with me, come walk with me; We were not once so few But Death has stolen our company As sunshine steals the dew - He took them one by one and we Are left the only two. The
Sigrid Vansandt
#99. A ship's engine far away on the water expands the summer-night horizon. Both joy and sorrow swell in the dew's magnifying glass. Without really knowing, we divine; our life has a sister ship, following quietly another route. While the sun blazes behind the islands.
Tomas Transtromer
#100. The birds that were singing in the dew-drenched garden seemed to be telling the flowers about her.
Oscar Wilde
