Quotes About Dew

DILIO Mira, Dilio, sobre las acacias llueve. Los perros se desgañitan por la llanura verde. Mira, nene, sobre nuestros cuerpos, el fresco rocío del tiempo perdido.

Theory -the seeing of patterns, showing the forest as well as the trees- theory can be a dew that rises from earth and collects in the rain cloud and returns to earth over and over. But if it doesn't smell of the earth, it isn't good for earth. -Notes Toward a Politics of Location

The person who doesn't scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs.

So softly you hear it now, Mary O'Meara, but soon it comes joyful and clear. And soon in the shadow and dew of your hilltop a star-guided footfall rings near. My only beloved, I'm here.

Poems On Time The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough. Time is a wealth of change, but the clock in its parody makes it mere change and no wealth. Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf. -Rabindranath Tagore

You are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller one on its upper side'', said the dewdrop to the lake.

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.

Nothing can beat the smell of dew and flowers and the odor that comes out of the earth when the sun goes down.

Bet I know something else you don't. There's dew on the grass in the morning.

Upon the bank, she stood In the cool Of spent emotions. She felt, among the leaves, The dew Of old devotions. She walked upon the grass, Still quavering. The winds were like her maids, On timid feet, Fetching her woven scarves, Yet wavering.

Scotch whisky is made from barley and the morning dew on angel's nipples.

The sky was overladen with stars. If you looked closely there were stars in the grass as well--dew turned to ice on the tips of grass blades.

The hedges and the acres and acres of lawn were covered in a network of spider web that caught the dew in beads so that it glistened white as frost.

my shoes squelching on the dewy grass

My name,' said the mattress, 'is Zem. We could discuss the weather a little.' Marvin paused again in his weary circular pplod. 'The dew,' he observed, 'has clearly fallen with a particularly sickening thud this morning.' He resumed his walk, as if inspired by this conversational outburst to fresh heights of gloom and despondency. He plodded tenaciously. If he had had teeth he would have gritted them at this point. He hadn't. He didn't. The mere plod said it all. The mattress flolloped around.

Thus upon mine restful couch I lie, Bathed with the dews of night, unvisited By dreams--ah me!--for in the place of sleep Stands Fear as my familiar, and repels The soft repose that would mine eyelids seal.

confer stillness upon it. We do not take moonlight for granted. It is like snow, or like the dew on a July morning. It does not reveal but changes what it covers. And its low intensity—so much lower than that of daylight—makes us conscious that it is something added to the down, to give it, for only a little time, a singular and marvelous quality that we should admire while we can, for soon it will be gone again.

The white petals spun down around them, covering the grass and speckling their fur, while thirty feet above a thrush sang, "Cherry dew, cherry dew. Knee deep, knee deep, knee deep.

A world of dew and within every dewdrop a world of struggle. ISSA

The light of these candles is but the reflection of a greater light. It shines from the islands beyond the western sea. It glistens in the dew and on the lake, in the stars of the night sky, in every reflection of the spirit world. And should any of us lose the light, there will be brother or sister to guide him

Life is fragile, like the dew hanging delicately on the grass, crystal drops that will be carried away on the first morning breeze.

A woman's love is like the morning dew. It's just as likely to settle on a horse turd as a rose.

Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew, Whose short refresh upon tender green, Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show And straight is gone, as it had never been.