Dew Quote by Sylvia Plath Download Open image “The frost makes a flower, the dew makes a star.” — Sylvia Plath ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.4 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare Dew Flower Frost Gardening Stars
Stars will blossom in the darkness, Violets bloom beneath the snow. — Julia Caroline Dorr Copy Share Image
Black frost. The ground is hard, the air tastes bitter. Your stars cluster in evil signs. — Georg Trakl Copy Share Image
Stars which stand as thick as dewdrops on the field of heaven. — Philip James Bailey Copy Share Image
“I have lost my dewdrop", cries the flower to the morning sky that lost all its stars” — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
It gets cold in the desert at night, particularly up in the mountains; the stars hammer on the rock and strike frost. — Tanith Lee Copy Share Image
To man, that was in th' evening made, Stars gave the first delight; Admiring, in the gloomy shade, Those little drops of light. — Edmund Waller Copy Share Image
There is a dew in one flower and not in another, because one opens in cup and takes it in, while the other closes… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
As frost, raised to its utmost intensity, produces the sensation of fire, so any good quality, overwrought and pushed to excess, turns into its… — William Matthews Copy Share Image
Innumerable as the stars of night, Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun Impearls on every leaf and every flower. — John Milton Copy Share Image
If you love a flower that lives on a star, it is sweet to look at the sky at night. All the stars are… — Antoine de Saint-Exupery Copy Share Image
The least flower, with brimming cup, may stand and share its dew drop with another near. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning Copy Share Image
“It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York.” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I love life. But it is hard and I have so much, so very much to learn. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
... These are my hands My knees. I may be skin and bone, Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman. ... --Lady Lazarus — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Sure, I’m dramatic and sloppily semi-cynical and semi-sentimental. But, in leisure years I could grow and choose my way. Now I am living on… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“People were made of nothing so much as dust, and I couldn't see that doctoring all that dust was a bit better than writing… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I couldn't stand the idea of a woman having to have a single pure life and a man being able to have a double… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I saw the gooseflesh on my skin. I did not know what made it. I was not cold. Had a ghost passed over? No,… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“The city had faded my tan, though. I looked yellow as a Chinaman. Ordinarily, I would have been nervous about my dress and my… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
A million years of evolution, Eric said bitterly, and what are we? Animals. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I have stitched life into me like a rare organ --from "Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices", written 1962” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
A ship's engine far away on the water expands the summer-night horizon. Both joy and sorrow swell in the dew's magnifying glass. Without really… — Tomas Transtromer Copy Share Image
Now it is autumn and the falling fruit and the long journey towards oblivion. The apples falling like great drops of dew to bruise… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
Life is fragile, like the dew hanging delicately on the grass, crystal drops that will be carried away on the first morning breeze. — Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche Copy Share Image
It was October again ... a glorious October, all red and gold, with mellow mornings when the valleys were filled with delicate mists as… — Lucy Maud Montgomery 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
Imagine a multidimensiona l spider's web in the early morning covered with dew drops. And every dew drop contains the reflection of all the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Through her, in microcosm, the wide earth sobbed. The starglobe sank in her; the colours faded. The death-dew rose and the wild birds in… — Mervyn Peake Copy Share Image
You don't know why, but you know you have to go home. It's an eternal longing. It's Marvell's drop of dew wanting to go… — Frederick Lenz 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 advice mean?… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
YOU are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller one on its upper side,' said the dewdrop to… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
