Top 71 Quotes About The Morning Dew
#1. The morning sun was casting its first rays against the leaves of the trees. The sheep man had disappeared without a word to me. Just as the morning dew had evaporated.
Haruki Murakami
#2. Happiness is to capture the images of our dreams in the morning dew and the smile of the sun.
Subhan Zein
#3. In the garden everything was wonderfully clear and still. The birds were chirping so energetically that Sophie could hardly keep from laughing. The morning dew twinkled in the grass like drops of crystal. Once again she was struck by the incredible wonder of the world.
Jostein Gaarder
#4. Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew, How pure amang the leaves sae green!
Robert Burns
#5. Bulldogs are adorable, with faces like toads that have been sat on. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind; So flew'd, so sanded; their heads are hung with ears that sweep away the morning dew ...
William Shakespeare
#6. The person who doesn't scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs.
Hunter S. Thompson
#7. 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
#8. 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
#9. He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.
John Dryden
#10. 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
#11. If I be just a page torn out of a book,
May I sail forever over the oceans blue,
Float over the treetops and the mountains too,
Drift across the valleys and the flowers look,
Until at last, I rest and kiss the morning dew.
Nancy B. Brewer
#12. As I walked home last night
I saw a lone fox dancing
In the cold moonlight.
I stood and watched. Then
Took the low road, knowing
The night was his by right.
Sometimes, when words ring true,
I'm like a lone fox dancing
In the morning dew.
Ruskin Bond
#13. Wealth is like the morning dew
which dissipates with the
advent of the sunrise"
(A Ndebele Proverb)
Ndaba Sibanda
#14. My hair smells like the morning dew on a holy sunset and praying elephants.
Jay McLean
#15. Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew, Whose short refresh upon tender green, Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show And straight is gone, as it had never been.
Samuel Daniel
#16. Stories are like spiders, with all they long legs, and stories are like spiderwebs, which man gets himself all tangled up in but which look pretty when you see them under a leaf in the morning dew, and in the elegant way that they connect to one another, each to each.
Neil Gaiman
#17. Scotch whisky is made from barley and the morning dew on angel's nipples.
Warren Ellis
#18. Human life is as evanescent as the morning dew or a flash of lightning.
Samuel Butler
#19. 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
#20. 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
#21. The morning paper is just as necessary for an American as dew is to the grass.
Josh Billings
#22. 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
#23. Words full of kindness; they are noble truth and eternal light, on the dew drops of the innocent morning.
Kristian Goldmund Aumann
#24. 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
#25. 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
#26. 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
#27. 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
#28. The dew has fallen with a particularly sickening thud this morning.
Douglas Adams
#29. 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
#30. Nature is sanative, refining, elevating. How cunningly she hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses, and violets, and morning dew! Every inch of the mountains is scarred by unimaginable convulsions, yet the new day is purple with the bloom of youth and love.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
#31. One morning, very early, when the sun was up,I rose and found the shiny dew on every buttercup
Robert Louis Stevenson
#32. 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
#33. I passed the morning that knew no grief and at night bowed to the darkness that breathes. While in passing may seem brief, there is no simplicity to the nature of change.
Dew Platt
#34. 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
#35. 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
#36. We quarreled in the gray morning dew about morals; and made up over a red bathing suit.
Zelda Fitzgerald
#37. Greek is the morning land of languages, and has the freshness of early dew in it which will never exhale.
Harriet Beecher Stowe
#38. I dream like a dew drop in the night
Then glitter in the morning sunlight
Then it evaporates to embrace the sky
Debasish Mridha
#39. I love the water. Everything about it. Smelling the humidity in the air, seeing the mist rise in the morning, feeling the dew-wet grass on my bare feet. I love watching the fish jump and the geese land. We even have an eagle here that circles every so often.
Lori Foster
#40. Morning dew upon the grass,
glistening in the sun.
Yesterday's gone,
tomorrow may come,
but this day has begun.
Calvin W. Allison
#41. Two roses on one slender spray In sweet communion grew, Together hailed the morning ray And drank the evening dew.
James Montgomery
#42. Up came the sun, and drank the dew.
Emily Carr
#43. Every dew drop reflects the glints of morning sun light like a pearl to kindle our heart.
Debasish Mridha
#44. Life is full of joy and beauty. Look around and notice it. Notice the little butterfly, a little baby with a smile, and the white rose in the garden. Notice a drop of dew on a green leaf in the morning sun. Touch the wind, smell the rain, and feel the joy. Live your life with beauty and joy.
Debasish Mridha
#45. 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 ...
Robert Loveman
#46. It was earliest morning, when even small trees cast long shadows and scarlet foxes trot denward through the dew like flecks of fire.
Gene Wolfe
#48. She's as fetching as brown hair done up with ribbons blue
The mountain, my lady
She's as sweet as pink flowers made bright with morning dew,
Mount Eskel, my lady
Shannon Hale
#49. To find the meaning of life, enjoy the journey, the beauty of the nature, the glint of a dew drop, the warmth of the morning sun, the songs of the wind, and smiles of flowers. These are all there to make your journey worthwhile and make your life meaningful.
Debasish Mridha
#50. XII Do not live for death, pay it no fear or wonder. This is the firmest law of the truest faith. Death is the dew that wets the grass in the early morning dark. It is God's entirely. Withdraw your fatal homage, and live.
Wendell Berry
#51. There is dew
on these poems in the morning,
and at night a cool breeze may rise from them.
In the winter they are blankets, in the summer a place to swim.
I like talking to you like this. Have you moved
a step closer?
Soon we may be
kissing.
Kabir
#52. I never wanted to be a god, he thought. I wanted only to disappear like a jewel of trace dew caught by the morning. I wanted to escape the angels and the damned - alone ... as though by an oversight.
Anonymous
#53. Sad, slow music in the small hours of the morning isn't just sad and slow music. It's a narration. And through the myriad of morning dew, we are the twinkling stars that fade with the rising sun.
Dave Matthes
#54. [L]et light Rise from the chambers of the east, and bring The honey'd dew that cometh on waking day. O radiant morning ...
William Blake
#55. Bet I know something else you don't. There's dew on the grass in the morning.'
He suddenly couldn't remember if he had known this or not, and it made him quite irritable.
'And if you look' - she nodded at the sky - 'there's a man on the moon.'
He hadn't looked for a long time.
Ray Bradbury
#56. Runes, runes, runes ... Runes. An inverted Algiz rune. The caption next to it said "Chernobog." The Black God. Right. Of course, it wouldn't be Chernobog, God of Morning Dew on the Rose Petals, but a woman could always hope.
Ilona Andrews
#57. When they would return to one another from their solitariness, they returned gently as dew comes to the morning grass.
David Paul Kirkpatrick
#58. In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things, does the heart find its morning and is refreshed.
Kahlil Gibran
#59. Your body is like a dew-drop on the morning grass, your life is as brief as a flash of lightning. Momentary and vain, it is lost in a moment. (From 'Fukan zazengi')
Dogen
#60. Pippa's Song The year's at the spring The day's at the morn Morning's at seven, The Hill side's dew-pearled The lark's on the wing The snail's on the thorn God's in his heaven- All's right with the world
Robert Browning
#61. The next morning dawned cool and clear. The early mist had lifted, leaving a thick layer of dew clinging to the hillsides beyond the castle, shimmering in the morning sun like faerie dust sprinkled over a lush bed of emerald.
Like his eyes.
Monica McCarty
#62. But for your eyes. Green as spring grass, and sparkling like dew in the morning sun.
S.M. Carriere
#63. The child's cry
Melts in the wall.
And I
Am the arrow,
The dew that flies
Suicidal, at one with the drive
Into the red
Eye, the cauldron of morning.
Sylvia Plath
#64. 3Your people shall be volunteers In the day of Your power; In the beauties of holiness, from the womb of the morning, You have the dew of Your youth.
Anonymous
#65. Daughters of the Moon,
children of the Night,
rise like dew together
until the morning's light.
The owl's cry is our anthem,
our altar is the sky.
The Great Mystery is our Mother
to whom now, sisters, fly.
Louise Hawes
#66. Home can be the Pennsylvania Turnpike
Indiana's early morning dew
High up in the hills of California
Home is just another word for you
Billy Joel
#67. The Holy Scriptures praise the dew of the morning and the dew of the evening; ros matutinum, ros serotinum! Happy is he who possesses the gift of tears! when young, he will bear flowers; when old, fruit!
Philibert Joseph Roux
#68. Perhaps Sadness will use the shimmering wings of the morning kissed with dew and promise to sail away, and the dark Heart of the Night will rush headlong into the blinding light of the Day, to kiss it full and hard upon the mouth and embrace life's brilliance once more ...
Gloria Smith
#69. From the depths of his memory arose a tingling sadness, fragile and pure like morning dew, tinged with a rosy hue.
Liu Cixin
#70. It is a time of quiet joy, the sunny morning. When the glittery dew is on the mallow weeds, each leaf holds a jewel which is beautiful if not valuable. This is no time for hurry or for bustle. Thoughts are slow and deep and golden in the morning. Pablo
John Steinbeck
#71. The smile that flickers on a baby's lips when he sleeps- does anyone know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning.
Rabindranath Tagore
