slowly the pale dew-beads of light lapped up from flowers…

“Art is the stored honey of the human soul.”

— Theodore Dreiser

Rise and put on your foliage, and be seen To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green, And sweet as Flora. Take no…

— Robert Herrick

In this uncertain space between birth and death, especially here at the end of the world in Moonlight Bay, we need hope as surely…

— Dean Koontz

The dew-bead Gem of earth and sky begotten.

— George Eliot

blue bead on the wick, there's that in me that burns and chills, blackening my heart with its soot, I think sometimes not Apollo…

— Denise Levertov

Reading a text is more like tracing this process of constant flickering than it is like counting the beads on a necklace.

— Terry Eagleton

SHE is neither pink nor pale, And she never will be all mine; She learned her hands in a fairy-tale, And her mouth on…

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

You know, if I cleaned out my backpack, which I don't really use anymore, I'd find a bunch of beads. I have a bunch…

— Pat Connaughton

Every time some new huckster of angst-ridden metaphor is appointed by Art Forum, the congregation genuflects, stroking the catalog like a handful of Rosary…

— Abe Ajay

We must always remember that God is Love. "A fool indeed is he who, living on the banks of the Ganga, seeks to dig…

— Swami Vivekananda

Then, when people saw you strolling around at high noon holding your rosary beads, they’d think, ‘Well, that can’t be a vampire.

— Jeaniene Frost

Deciding to chant the mantra a certain number of times daily will help foster the japa habit. We should always keep a rosary with…

— Mata Amritanandamayi

I think all writers are always collecting characters as we go along. Not just characters of course, we're collecting EVERYTHING. Bits and pieces of…

— Alexandra Sokoloff

You think you know yourself, the world. You believe you've got a bead on everybody else's bullshit, but what about your own?

— Sam Lipsyte

The translucence that comes when life hardens into a bead of such cruel perfection you see it with the purest clarity. Everything suddenly there--life…

— Sue Monk Kidd