#dew

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

#love

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

#gasoline #god #love #marcelo #match

When they would return to one another from their solitariness, they returned gently as dew comes to the morning grass. ↗

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

#grass #love #love

To be communal is to be something fallacious. It is to be something more or less than being, a subjugation or propagation of the self to exist within the external condition. ↗

— Dew Platt

#inspiration #inspirational

The Yorubas have a saying, here, my translation in English--a poor fool is a bigger fool rich. In other words, money only allows and enables you to be more of who you are. My bigger translation? You don't jump essence, you jump environs! ↗

— Dew Platt

#inspirational-quotes #life #philosophical #inspirational

In-existence, the soul’s greatest imposition is its perfection. It is projected as a perfected form of the physical embodiment, an emblem of things, perhaps hyperreal and untouchably perfect as existence. It can not be! The soul in-existence is nothing of perfection. It is raw potential. The soul is nothing but potential. To be specific, the soul is unordered potential! ↗

— Dew Platt

#inspirational-quotes #soul #inspirational

Its liquor is like the sweetest dew from Heaven. ↗

— Lu Yu

#heaven #like #liquor #sweetest

He was using me. When he cast me in Sideways I was nothing but a vessel. ↗

— Thomas Haden Church

#i #me #nothing #sideways #using

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. ↗

— Samuel Daniel

#been #cheers #dew #doth #gone

In Paris, one is always reminded of being a foreigner. If you park your car wrong, it is not the fact that it's on the sidewalk that matters, but the fact that you speak with an accent. ↗

— Roman Polanski

#always #being #car #fact #foreigner