Dew Quotes

Human life is as evanescent as the morning dew or a flash of lightning.

I am... a mushroom; On whom the dew of heaven drops now and then.

But see, Orion sheds unwholesome dews; Arise, the pines a noxious shade diffuse; Sharp Boreas blows, and nature feels decay, Time conquers all, and we must time obey.

The timely dew of sleep Now falling with soft slumb'rous weight inclines Our eyelids.

All beauty of this world is wet with the dew of tears.

Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number- Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you Ye are many-they are few.

Come, come, my conservative friend, wipe the dew off your spectacles, and see that the world is moving.

Like vanishing dew, a passing apparition or the sudden flash of lightning -- already gone -- thus should one regard one's self.

Light - dews - breezes - bloom - and freshness; not one of which... has yet been perfected on the canvas of any painter in the world.

Your house sounds like a train at midday, the wasps buzz, the saucepans sing, the waterfall enumerates the deeds of the dew . . .

Up came the sun, and drank the dew.

Students today should live fully every moment of time. This dew-like life fades away; time speeds swiftly. In this short life of ours, avoid involvement in superfluous things and just study the Way.

The universe is represented in every one of it's particles. Everything is made of one hidden stuff. The world globes itself in a drop of dew. The true doctrine of omnipresence is that God appears with all His parts in every moss and cobweb.

The world of dew is the world of dew. And yet, and yet--

Modesty and dew love the shade.

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.

I see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever dew; And on thy cheek a fading rose Fast withereth too.

And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

The seeds of freedom . . . have now been scattered where despotism and tyranny ranked and ruled, will be watered by the enlivening dews of God's clemency, till the reapers abolitionists shall shout the harvest home.

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.

Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.

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.

Corruption is a tree, whose branches are Of an immeasurable length: they spread Ev'rywhere; and the dew that drops from thence Hath infected some chairs and stools of authority.

Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.

The poppies hung Dew-dabbled on their stalks.

Man's life is like a drop of dew on a leaf.

Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.

Doritos-flavored Mountain Dew is coming. You drink it, you get a combination of type 1 and type 2 diabetes.

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.

Nothing can beat the smell of dew and flowers and the odor that comes out of the earth when the sun goes down.

Very whitely still The lilies of our lives may reassure Their blossoms from their roots, accessible Alone to heavenly dews that drop not fewer; Growing straight out of man's reach, on the hill. God only, who made us rich, can make us poor.

Yon rosebuds in the morning-dew, how pure amang the leaves sae green!

The dew waits for no voice to call it to the sun.

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.

In every one of these haunting and hungry poems, Howell draws a map for how to enter the heat and dew of the human being, naked and facing the natural world, desperate to feel. I did not realize while reading Render how deeply I was handing everything over.

Art at its most significant is a Distant Early Warning System that can always be relied on to tell the old culture what is beginning to happen to it.

We blossom under praise like flowers in sun and dew; we open, we reach, we grow.

The timely dew of sleep.

Stories help me. To live. To work. To find the meaning hidden in every dream, ever leaf, every drop of dew.

And every dew-drop paints a bow.

What precious drops are those, Which silently each other's track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?

Delicious tears! The heart's own dew.

And in the morn and liquid dew of youth, Contagious blastments are are most imminent.

See how the Orient dew, Shed from the bosom of the morn Into the blowing roses, Yet careless of its mansion new; For the clear region where 'twas born Round in its self encloses: And in its little globes extent, Frames as it can its native element.

White dew- one drop on each thorn

The dew-bead Gem of earth and sky begotten.

In the nice bee, what sense so subtly true From pois'nous herbs extracts the healing dew?

Say she rail; why, I'll tell her plain She sings as sweetly as a nightingale. Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear As morning roses newly wash'd with dew. Say she be mute and will not speak a word; Then I'll commend her volubility, and say she uttereth piercing eloquence.

Dew depends not on Parliament.