Quotes About Dew

There was dew on the flaccid wires of the fences and magpies were strung along them like beads.

As the water of ablution, the dew falls from heaven, purifies the body, and makes it ready to receive the soul;195 in other words, it brings about the albedo, the white state of innocence

What grasses the horses had left was heavy with dew, as if some passing god had scattered a bag of diamonds over the earth.

The warm air smelled of the day's sunshine, of dew, and of a hundred aromatic leaf scents.

In the ant's house, the dew is a flood.

As the dew to the blossom, the bud to the bee, As the scent to the rose, are those memories to me.

I wanted to put my hand to an enormous paean which would unify my vision of America with words spilled out in the modern spontaneous method. Instead of just a horizontal account of travels on the road, I wanted a vertical, metaphysical study. ... This feeling may soon be obsolete as America enters its High Civilization period and no one will get sentimental or poetic any more about trains and dew on fences at dawn in Missouri.

Love is like dew that falls on both nettles and lilies.

The patience of the spider's web is not disturbed by dew.

Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower.

She gave anyone who saw her a sensation of April and of dawn. There was dew in her eyes. Cosette was a condensation of auroral light in womanly form.

Love is gentle and love is kind, The sweetest flower when first it's new, But love grows old, And waxes cold, And fades away, like the morning dew Pretty

It (scent) was barely there at all, but in the hint of its existence it was as fragile as night blossoms—not too sweet but just enough, like the dew on a requiem bud in the palest hour of dawn.

A smile is ever the most bright and beautiful with a tear upon it. What is the dawn without its dew?

Now an angel has such a nice time, helping people and comforting them, and bringing sunshine into dark places. Putting down fresh dew every morning; making the flowers grow...

Slowly the night is falling, Falling down from the hill, And all in the low green valley The dew lies heavy and chill; The crickets cry in the hedges, The bats are circling low, And like ghosts through the blossoming garden The glimmering night-moths go...

Our wants are many, our farthings few; And oft we sleep in the rain and dew! Our evening meal is a turnip stew; In spite of all we're a jolly crew!

As he drank, little brown drops of coffee clung to his mustache like dew. Men will live like billy goats if they are let alone.

And now I'm back outside again sitting in the white plastic chair looking at the dew on the gas cap of my car. A fly wants to bit me on the ankle. The mosquitoes are all asleep. They're just not out at this hour. Only one biting fly. And a mourning dove, who blows through his thumbs to make that sound.

Yet from thy lethal lips and thine alone, Love would I drink, as dew from poison-bloom.

It was a glorious June morning. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the ambulances were screaming, and the daylight falling on last night's crime scenes made the blood twinkle like dew in a green heaven.

the weary sailors studied the sea for buried shoals, examined the rigging, dried the dew from the lines

A kiss is the morning dew which stand up. (Un baiser, c'est la rosée - Du matin qui s'est levé)

Body is morning dew that shines to the rise of the hands. (Corps est rosée du matin - Qui brille au lever des mains.)