Common Quote by Friedrich Nietzsche

What have we in common with the rosebud, which trembles because a drop of dew is lying upon it?

— Friedrich Nietzsche

Yon rosebuds in the morning-dew, how pure amang the leaves sae green!

— Robert Burns

A red, red rose, all wet with dew, With leaves of green by red shot through.

— E. Nesbit

“One rose leaf, falling from an enormous height, like a little parachute dropped from an invisible balloon, turns, flutters waveringly.”

— Virginia Woolf

I see, when I bend close, how each leaflet of a climbing rose is bordered with frost, the autumn counterpart of the dewdrops of…

— Edwin Way Teale

Now the autumn shudders In the rose's root. Far and wide the ladders Lean among the fruit. Now the autumn clambers Up the trellised…

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

“As the dew drop slides down the leaf to wet the soil, they call it "fall in love". Yet, do we know the way…

— R. N. Prasher

See how the Orient dew, Shed from the bosom of the morn Into the blowing roses, Yet careless of its mansion new; For the…

— Andrew Marvell

“You're my rose and I am the dew sticked to you who never wants to fall apart.”

— Himanshu Singla

It must descend, as the dew, upon the tender herb, or like melting flakes of snow; the softer it falls, the longer it dwells…

— Jeremiah Seed

Oh love, rose made wet by mermaids and foams, fire that dances and climbs up the invisible stairs and awakens the blood in the…

— Pablo Neruda

Or perhaps you notice a congregation of ladybugs on a rose stalk. Don't invoke the old nursery saying and ask them to fly away…

— Eleanor Perenyi