Perfect sincerity and transparency make a great part of beauty, as in dewdrops, lakes, and diamonds.— Henry David Thoreau
Off-limits Morning Dew quotations
Human life is as evanescent as the morning dew or a flash of lightning.
Life is fragile, like the dew hanging delicately on the grass, crystal drops that will be carried away on the first morning breeze.
It is a time of quiet joy, the sunny morning.
When the glittery dew is on the mallow weeds, each leaf holds a jewel which is beautiful if not valuable. This is no time for hurry or for bustle. Thoughts are slow and deep and golden in the morning.
In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
A perfectly healthy sentence, it is true, is extremely rare.
For the most part we miss the hue and fragrance of the thought; as if we could be satisfied with the dews of the morning or evening without their colors, or the heavens without their azure.
The smile that flickers on a baby’s lips when he sleeps- does anyone know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumor that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning.
Like sweet morning dew I took one look at you And it was plain to see You were my destiny
The person who doesn't scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs.
My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind;
So flew'd, so sanded; their heads are hung with ears that sweep away the morning dew.
How cunningly nature hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses and violets and morning dew!
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 other dew drops. And, in each reflected dew drop, the reflections of all the other dew drops in that reflection. And so ad infinitum. That is the Buddhist conception of the universe in an image.
Oh that it were with me As with the flower;
Blooming on its own tree For butterfly and bee Its summer morns: That I might bloom mine hour A rose in spite of thorns. Oh that my work were done As birds' that soar Rejoicing in the sun: That when my time is run And daylight too, I so might rest once more Cool with refreshing dew.
A woman's love is like the morning dew. It's just as likely to settle on a horse turd as a rose.
Scotch whisky is made from barley and the morning dew on angel's nipples.
Do things for others and you'll find your self-consciousness evaporating like morning dew.
I long for wildness, a nature which I cannot put my foot through, woods where the wood thrush forever sings, where the hours are early morning ones, and there is dew on the grass, and the day is forever unproved, where I might have a fertile unknown for a soil about me.
Your body is like a dew-drop on the morning grass, your life is as brief as a flash of lightning. Momentary and vain, it is lost in a moment.
Innumerable as the stars of night, Or stars of morning, dewdrops which the sun Impearls on every leaf and every flower.
Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.
Yon rosebuds in the morning-dew, how pure amang the leaves sae green!
Nature is sanative, refining, elevating.
How cunningly she hides every wrinkle of her inconceivable antiquity under roses, and violets, and morning dew! Every inch of the mountains is scarred by unimaginable convulsions, yet the new day is purple with the bloom of youth and love.
Out-worn heart, in a time out-worn, Come clear of the nets of wrong and right;
Laugh, heart, again in the grey twilight, Sigh, heart, again in the dew of the morn.
The rich, sweet smell of the hayricks rose to his chamber window;
the hundred perfumes of the little flower-garden beneath scented the air around; the deep-green meadows shone in the morning dew that glistened on every leaf as it trembled in the gentle air: and the birds sang as if every sparkling drop were a fountain of inspiration to them.
The morning drips her dew for me, Noon spreads an opal canopy.
Home-bound, the drifting cloud-crafts rest Where sunset ambers all the west...
Hope is brightest when it dawns from fears.
In friendship let there be laughter and sharing of pleasures.
Regard this fleeting world like this: Like stars fading and vanishing at dawn, like bubbles on a fast-moving stream, like morning dewdrops evaporating on blades of grass, like a candle flickering in a strong wind... echoes, mirages, and phantoms, hallucinations, and like a dream.
Heat lingers As days are still long;
Early mornings are cool While autumn is still young. Dew on the lotus Scatters pure perfume; Wind on the bamboos Gives off a gentle tinkling. I am idle and lonely, Lying down all day, Sick and decayed; No one asks for me; Thin dusk before my gates, Cassia blossoms inch deep.
It is a sultry day; the sun has drunk The dew that lay upon the morning grass; There is no rustling in the lofty elm That canopies my dwelling, and its shade Scarce cools me. All is silent, save the faint And interrupted murmur of the bee, Settling on the sick flowers, And then again Instantly on the wing.
Greek is the morning land of languages, and has the freshness of early dew in it which will never exhale.
Beautiful and minimalist, the traditional Japanese art of ikebana - arranging bouquets of cut flowers and leaves using very few elements - ideally corresponded to a form of expression I could transpose in a perfume. The smell of a rose early in the morning, damp, sprinkled with dew, delicate and light.
Pippa's Song The year's at the spring The day's at the morn Morning's at seven, The Hill side's dew-pearled The lark's on the wing The snail's on the thorn God's in his heaven- All's right with the world
The person who doesn't scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs
And in the morn and liquid dew of youth, Contagious blastments are are most imminent.