The least flower, with brimming cup, may stand and share its dew drop with another near. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
God bless them pretty women, I wish they was mine, Their breath is as sweet, The dew on the vine. — Bob Dylan 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
Misfortune sprinkles ashes on the head of the man, but falls like dew on the heart of the woman, and brings forth… — Anna Cora Mowatt Copy Share Image
Yon rosebuds in the morning-dew, how pure amang the leaves sae green! — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
Death is the gate of life. Ingratitude is the soul's enemy... Ingratitude is a burning wind that dries up the source of… — Bernard of Clairvaux Copy Share Image
The number of those endowed with human life is as small as the amount of earth one can place on a fingernail.… — Gautama Buddha Copy Share Image
All quiet along the Potomac tonight, no sound save the rush of the river, while soft falls the dew on the face… — Ethel Lynn Beers Copy Share Image
When twilight dews are falling soft Upon the rosy sea, love, I watch the star whose beam so oft Has lighted me… — Charles Lamb Copy Share Image
A southwest blow on ye and blister you all o'er!' 'The red plague rid you!' 'Toads, beetles, bats, light on you!' 'As… — Gary D. Schmidt Copy Share Image
In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
I know that, as night and shadows are good for flowers, and moonlight and dews are better than a continual sun, so… — Samuel Rutherford Copy Share Image
Greek is the morning land of languages, and has the freshness of early dew in it which will never exhale. — Harriet Beecher Stowe Copy Share Image
I see the rainbow in the sky, the dew upon the grass; I see them, and I ask not why they glimmer… — Walter Savage Landor 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
The wind blows out, the bubble dies; The spring entomb'd in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The… — Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr Copy Share Image
Below -60° cold will find the last microscopic touch of oil in an instrument and stop it dead. If there is the… — Richard E. Byrd Copy Share Image
The longest time that man may live, The lapse of generations of his race, The continent entire of time itself, Bears not… — James Sheridan Knowles Copy Share Image
The grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Wiped the cold dew-drops from his cheek And sought the mourner's side again. "Once more, dear lady, I must speak: Your last… — Ella Wheeler Wilcox Copy Share Image
The dews of the evening most carefully shun; Those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun. — Bill Vaughan 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
I planted my self in the middle of a great many Glasses full of Dew, tied fast about me, upon which the… — Cyrano de Bergerac Copy Share Image
