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.… — Tomas Transtromer Copy Share Image
Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great drops of dew… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
Life is fragile, like the dew hanging delicately on the grass, crystal drops that will be carried away on the first morning… — Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche Copy Share Image
It was October again ... a glorious October, all red and gold, with mellow mornings when the valleys were filled with delicate… — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
Two roses on one slender spray In sweet communion grew, Together hailed the morning ray And drank the evening dew. — James Montgomery Copy Share Image
Imagine a multidimensiona l spider's web in the early morning covered with dew drops. And every dew drop contains the reflection of… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Through her, in microcosm, the wide earth sobbed. The starglobe sank in her; the colours faded. The death-dew rose and the wild… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
You don't know why, but you know you have to go home. It's an eternal longing. It's Marvell's drop of dew wanting… — Frederick Lenz Copy Share Image
No mockery in this world ever sounds to me so hollow as that of being told to cultivate happiness. What does such… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
YOU are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller one on its upper side,' said the… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
Again rejoicing Nature sees Her robe assume its vernal hues Her leafy locks wave in the breeze, All freshly steep'd in the… — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
Forgive me if, in friendship’s way, I offer thee a wreath of May.... [N]ourished by the dews of heaven.... So I have… — John Clare Copy Share Image
Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, All soft and still and fair; The solemn hour of midnight Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere, But most where… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
slowly the pale dew-beads of light lapped up from flowers can thicken, darken to gold: honey of the human. — Denise Levertov Copy Share Image
I who all the Winter through, Cherished other loves than you And kept hands with hoary policy in marriage-bed and pew; Now… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
I wake up in the morning and I see that flower, with the dew on its petals, and at the way it's… — Dan Buettner Copy Share Image
Observe this dew-drenched rose of Tyrian gardens A rose today. But you will ask in vain Tomorrow what it is; and yesterday… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
Ingratitude is the soul's enemy... Ingratitude is a burning wind that dries up the source of love, the dew of mercy, the… — Bernard of Clairvaux Copy Share Image
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… — Adam Carolla Copy Share Image
People will never understand the patience a photographer requires to make a great photograph, all they see is the end result. I… — Alfred Eisenstaedt Copy Share Image
As falls the dew on quenchless sands, blood only serves to wash ambition's hands. — Lord Byron Copy Share Image
A smile is ever the most bright and beautiful with a tear upon it. What is the dawn without the dew? The… — Walter Savage Landor Copy Share Image
