The dews of the evening most carefully shun; Those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun. — Bill Vaughan Copy Share Image
What is the scent of water?" "Renewal. The goodness of God coming down like dew. — Elizabeth Goudge Copy Share Image
Yon rosebuds in the morning-dew, how pure amang the leaves sae green! — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
The morning paper is just as necessary for an American as dew is to the grass. — Josh Billings Copy Share Image
The person who doesn't scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs. — Hunter S. Thompson Copy Share Image
O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
O for a lodge in a garden of cucumbers! O for an iceberg or two at control! O for a vale that… — Rossiter Johnson Copy Share Image
Angels in the early morning may be seen the dews among. Stooping, plucking, smiling, flying. Do the buds to them belong? — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Fairest of all that earth beholds, the hues That live among the clouds, and flush the air, Lingering, and deepening at the… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn, Come clear of the nets of wrong and right; Laugh, heart, again in the grey twilight,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
It is said that some Western steamers can run on a heavy dew, whence we can imagine what a canoe may do. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
The sun was set; the night came on apace, And falling dews bewet around the place; The bat takes airy rounds on… — John Gay Copy Share Image
Your house sounds like a train at midday, the wasps buzz, the saucepans sing, the waterfall enumerates the deeds of the dew . . . — Pablo Neruda Copy Share Image
It was dawn now on Long Island and we went about opening the rest of the windows downstairs, filling the house with… — F. Scott Fitzgerald Copy Share Image
How happy he whose toil Has o'er his languid pow'rless limbs diffus'd A pleasing lassitude; he not in vain Invokes the gentle… — John Armstrong 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
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
Perhaps this was how the sparrows did it too; perhaps they were looking so hard at the peaks and tips of the… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
People will not bear it when advice is violently given, even if it is well founded. Hearts are flowers; they remain open… — Jean Paul Copy Share Image
Stories are like spiders, with all they long legs, and stories are like spiderwebs, which man gets himself all tangled up in… — Neil Gaiman Copy Share Image
If princes and kings could follow it (Tao), all things would by themselves abide, Heaven and Earth would unite and sweet dew… — Laozi Copy Share Image
Thou silent power, whose welcome sway charms every anxious thought away; in whose divine oblivion drown'd, sore pain and weary toil grow… — Mark Akenside Copy Share Image
In this uncertain space between birth and death, especially here at the end of the world in Moonlight Bay, we need hope… — Dean Koontz Copy Share Image
Rise and put on your foliage, and be seen To come forth, like the spring-time, fresh and green, And sweet as Flora.… — Robert Herrick Copy Share Image
Certain miracles that I beheld there have haunted my memory ever since: a gray April morning of sirocco, when the almond blossoms,… — Harrison Gray Otis Dwight Copy Share Image
May the same wonderworking Deity, who long since delivered the Hebrews from their Egyptian oppressors and planted them in the promised land,… — George Washington Copy Share Image
I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when… — Percy Bysshe Shelley Copy Share Image
Shakespeare was an intellectual ocean, whose waves touched all the shores of thought; within which were all the tides and waves of… — Robert Green Ingersoll 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
She's as fetching as brown hair done up with ribbons blue The mountain, my lady She's as sweet as pink flowers made… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
Come, come, my conservative friend, wipe the dew off your spectacles, and see that the world is moving. — Elizabeth Cady Stanton Copy Share Image
Jolt is for Windows programmers. It's typical IBM PC: it goes in brown and comes out yellow. Mountain Dew is for Macintosh… — Guy Kawasaki Copy Share Image
Buttercups, bright eyed and bold, hold their chalices of gold to catch the sunshine and the dew. — Julia Caroline Dorr Copy Share Image
Love has seven names, / Which, as you know, are appropriate to her; / Chain, light, live coal, and fire - /… — Hadewijch 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
The birds that were singing in the dew-drenched garden seemed to be telling the flowers about her. — Oscar Wilde 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
