Dew Quotes

“As dew leaves the cobweb lightly
Threaded with stars,
Scattering jewels on the fence
And the pasture bars;
As dawn leaves the dry grass bright
And the tangled weeds
Bearing a rainbow gem
On each of their seeds;
So has your love, my lover,
Fresh as the dawn,
Made me a shining road
To travel on,
Set every common sight
Of tree or stone
Delicately alight
For me alone.”
― Sara Teasdale

“This kindness, this stupid kindness, is what is most truly human in a human being. It is what sets man apart, the highest achievement of his soul. No, it says, life is not evil!
This kindness is both senseless and wordless. It is instinctive, blind. When Christianity clothed it in the teachings of the Church Fathers, it began to fade; its kernel became a husk. It remains potent only while it is dumb and senseless, hidden in the living darkness of the human heart – before it becomes a tool or commodity in the hands of preachers, before its crude ore is forged into the gilt coins of holiness. It is as simple as life itself. Even the teachings of Jesus deprived it of its strength.
But, as I lost faith in good, I began to lose faith even in kindness. It seemed as beautiful and powerless as dew. What use was it if it was not contagious?
How can one make a power of it without losing it, without turning it into a husk as the Church did? Kindness is powerful only while it is powerless. If Man tries to give it power, it dims, fades away, loses itself, vanishes.”
― Vasily Grossman, Life and Fate

“I live there...
Far above the song-filled clouds,
where the dewdrops touch my skin so bare
I live there.”
― Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

“seduce me at sunrise, dance with me barefoot in the dew on the grass, make me wet and warm, and loved”
― Bodhi Smith, Bodhi Smith Impressionist Photography

“When they would return to one another from their solitariness, they returned gently as dew comes to the morning grass.”
― David Paul Kirkpatrick, The Address Of Happiness

“Love is always fresh as morning dew.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!

“God's love descends on some like dew on a flower, blessed be He, but sometimes we trudge along our comfortable lives and bam, He descends on us like a splash of gasoline... and then He strikes a match.”
― Francisco X. Stork

“The eastern sky was red as coals in a forge, lighting up the flats along the river. Dew had wet the million needles of the chaparral, and when the rim of the sun edged over the horizon the chaparral seemed to be spotted with diamonds. A bush in the little backyard was filled with the little rainbows as the sun touched the dew.”
― Larry McMurtry, Lonesome Dove

“The early dew-falls that did a pristine coating,
over the woods with its finest transparency,
glazed as like its wet white-glassy earrings that hung on the ears of wild flowers—unlatched my fancy.”
― Nithin Purple, Venus and Crepuscule

“Love is like a morning mist.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita, Think Great: Be Great!

“You are the softness of the morning dew!”
― Avijeet Das

“The morning was a cup filled with mist and glamor. In the corner near her was a rich surprise of new-blown, crystal-dewed roses. The trills and trickles of song from the birds in the big tree above her seemed in perfect accord with her mood. A sentence from a very old, very true, very wonderful Book came to her lips,

'Weeping may endure for a night but joy cometh in the morning.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of the Island

“The whispers inside the red wheelbarrow's dew.”
― Cameron Conaway, Bonemeal

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

“I look into your heart
And burdening past
Like sweet sunshine
Reflected on the morning drops
Of dew”
― Hanna Abi Akl, Diary in Poems

“اسمها ندى، والندى من الأشياء الشفافة الجميلة، الأشياء الصغيرة بحجمها، الكبيرة في سموها وسحرها، ندى أرضها زهور وسماؤها الحرية... حرام أن يمس منها قطرة، فكيف بأن تُداس وتُهان؟”
― سوسن حداد, ليتنا لم نكن قط

“When dew settles on grass, ghost tracks turn it to
gossamer rain.”
― Sneha Subramanian Kanta, Ghost Tracks

“Early in the morning a heavy dew lay on the ground, and the horses and cattle left tracks in the spangled grass, and hollow imprints where they had slept. The world was exquisite, delicate as a mother-of-pearl shell.”
― Alison Uttley, The Farm on the Hill

“As grief tears the sky at dark, in silence they rain as the flowers of night, soft is their light as morn dew they sit on the leaves..”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“what is it about the sky
on cold wintry nights
in the morning
there was dew on trees.”
― Meeta Ahluwalia

“the morning dew
soon gone, beneath
our passing soles”
― Roy Duffield, Bacchus Against the Wall

“The joy that awakens the creative core, resides in the tiniest of things such as raindrops dancing on the grass, or dewdrops sitting on the petals. There explodes the creative depth as the faintest light speaks of a morning burst, and the tide of unspoken emotions awakens a soul of light.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee