What is the scent of water?" "Renewal. The goodness of God coming down like dew. — Elizabeth Goudge 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
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
Yon rose-buds in the morning-dew, How pure amang the leaves sae green! — Robert Burns Copy Share Image
The avaricious man is like the barren sandy ground of the desert which sucks in all the rain and dew with greediness,… — Zeno of Elea Copy Share Image
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe, - Sailed on a river of crystal light Into a… — Eugene Field Copy Share Image
Profits on the exchange are the treasures of goblins. At one time they may be carbuncle stones, then coals, then diamonds, then… — James de la Vega Copy Share Image
The approach of night The skies yet blushing with departing light, When falling dews with spangles deck'd the glade, And the low… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Of all the portions of life it is in the two twilights, childhood and age, that tears fall with the most frequency;… — William Rounseville Alger 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
Love is a flower that blooms so tender, each kiss a dew drop of sweet surrender. Love is a moment of life… — Dean Martin 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
Sure thou did'st nourish once! and many springs, Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers, Passed o'er thy head; many light hearts… — Henry Vaughan Copy Share Image
In the spangled sky, the rainbow, the woodland hung with diamonds, the sward sown with pearly dew, the rosy dawn, the golden… — Thomas Guthrie Copy Share Image
Where weary folk toil, black with smoke, And hear but whistles scream, I went, all fresh from dawn and dew To carry… — Mary Carolyn Davies Copy Share Image
Be generous in prosperity and thankful in adversity, Be fair in thy judgment, and guarded in thy speech. Be a lamp unto… — Bahá'u'lláh Copy Share Image
I humbly thank the gods benign, For all the blessings that are mine... The morning drips her dew for me, Noon spreads… — Robert Loveman Copy Share Image
The best fragrance is the scent of water, the fragrance of dew and rain falling on plants. Water is the essential element,… — Issey Miyake Copy Share Image
The Pennsylvania Game Commission has charged a man with going deer hunting with a handgun in a Wal-Mart parking lot. He is… — Jay Leno Copy Share Image
Dear Lord, our God and Saviour! for Thy gifts The world were poor in thanks, though every soul Were to do nought… — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
Did you not look upon the world this morning and imagine it as the boy might see it? And did you not… — Jamie O'Neill Copy Share Image
The home we seek is in eternity; The Truth we seek is like a shoreless sea, Of which your paradise is but… — Anonymous 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
Sweet moonlight, shining full and clear, Why do you light my torture here? How often have you seen me toil, Burning last… — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe 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
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
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
