Dewdrops, Nature's tears, which she Sheds in her own breast for the fair which die. The sun insists on gladness; but at… — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
If you come as softly As wind within the trees You may hear what I hear See what sorrow sees. If you… — Audre Lorde Copy Share Image
Runes, runes, runes... Runes. An inverted Algiz rune. The caption next to it said “Chernobog.” The Black God. Right. Of course, it… — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
As a senior, you may be wondering what you want to do with your life after high school. College? Travel? Get a… — Hunter S. Thompson Copy Share Image
I would rediscover the secret of great communications and great combustions. I would say storm. I would say river. I would say… — Aime Cesaire Copy Share Image
On certain mornings, as we turn a corner, an exquisite dew falls on our heart and then vanishes. But the freshness lingers,… — Albert Camus Copy Share Image
Thou blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue.... — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
Flowers, cold from the dew, And autumn's approaching breath, I pluck for the warm, luxuriant braids, Which haven't faded yet. In their… — Anna Akhmatova Copy Share Image
I watched a rose-bud very long Brought on by dew and sun and shower, Waiting to see the perfect flower: Then when… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
The smile that flickers on a baby’s lips when he sleeps- does anyone know where it was born? Yes, there is a… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
The rich, sweet smell of the hayricks rose to his chamber window; the hundred perfumes of the little flower-garden beneath scented the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
It must descend, as the dew, upon the tender herb, or like melting flakes of snow; the softer it falls, the longer… — Jeremiah Seed Copy Share Image
I long for wildness, a nature which I cannot put my foot through, woods where the wood thrush forever sings, where the… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
I prefer by far the warmth and softness to mere brilliancy and coldness. Some people remind me of sharp dazzling diamonds. Valuable… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
I'll say she looks as clear as morning roses newly washed with dew. — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
At a time when history made its way slowly, the few events were easily remembered and woven into a backdrop, known to… — Milan Kundera Copy Share Image
The spring is fresh and fearless And every leaf is new, The world is brimmed with moonlight, The lilac brimmed with dew.… — Sara Teasdale Copy Share Image
They went down to Egypt and provided food when famine reigned; they came to the obstinate sea, and taught it wisdom with… — Ephrem the Syrian Copy Share Image
The mirror is the mother dew, the book of desiccated twilights, echo become flesh. — Federico Garcia Lorca 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
