Dew Quotes - Page 2

Progression is going forwards. Going backwards is regression. Going sideways is just gression.

I see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever dew; And on thy cheek a fading rose Fast withereth too.

The seeds of freedom . . . have now been scattered where despotism and tyranny ranked and ruled, will be watered by the enlivening dews of God's clemency, till the reapers abolitionists shall shout the harvest home.

Enjoy the honey-heavy dew of slumber.

Harrier twisted himself sideways on his saddle to stare at him [Tiercel]. 'You had a vision,' he said flaty. Yes. No. I don't know. I...Yes. No.

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.

I got to wear blinders all the time so I won't think sideways or in the past.

But things worked out. Everything works out. Though sometimes they work out sideways.

Corruption is a tree, whose branches are Of an immeasurable length: they spread Ev'rywhere; and the dew that drops from thence Hath infected some chairs and stools of authority.

Either you were a hoodlum, or you were a puddle on the sidewalk.

Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.

Keep up your bright swords, for the dew will rust them.

Man's life is like a drop of dew on a leaf.

What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.

Any town that doesn't have sidewalks doesn't love its children.

The poppies hung Dew-dabbled on their stalks.

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

Fairest of all that earth beholds, the hues That live among the clouds, and flush the air, Lingering, and deepening at the hour of dews.

Yon rosebuds in the morning-dew, how pure amang the leaves sae green!

Everybody feels up sometimes, they feel down sometimes, sometimes they feel sideways, sometimes they feel weird.

Very whitely still The lilies of our lives may reassure Their blossoms from their roots, accessible Alone to heavenly dews that drop not fewer; Growing straight out of man's reach, on the hill. God only, who made us rich, can make us poor.

Doritos-flavored Mountain Dew is coming. You drink it, you get a combination of type 1 and type 2 diabetes.

I love the rain - it washes memories off the sidewalk of life.

Somebody steals from me, I'm gonna say you stole. Not talk to him for spitting on the sidewalk. Understand?

In every one of these haunting and hungry poems, Howell draws a map for how to enter the heat and dew of the human being, naked and facing the natural world, desperate to feel. I did not realize while reading Render how deeply I was handing everything over.