Zitat des Tages über Tau / Dew:
Joy descends gently upon us like the evening dew, and does not patter down like a hailstorm.
But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
Delicious tears! The heart's own dew.
A ship's engine far away on the water expands the summer-night horizon. Both joy and sorrow swell in the dew's magnifying glass. Without really knowing, we divine; our life has a sister ship, following quietly another route. While the sun blazes behind the islands.
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.
Nothing can beat the smell of dew and flowers and the odor that comes out of the earth when the sun goes down.
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.
Its liquor is like the sweetest dew from Heaven.
Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.
What Youth deemed crystal, Age finds out was dew.
Come, come, my conservative friend, wipe the dew off your spectacles, and see that the world is moving.
The person who doesn't scatter the morning dew will not comb gray hairs.
Human life is as evanescent as the morning dew or a flash of lightning.
I think of art, at its most significant, as a DEW line, a Distant Early Warning system that can always be relied on to tell the old culture what is beginning to happen to it.
The prolific Chinodya has written a number of striking books, most notably 'Dew in the Morning', an exploration of an idyllic rural boyhood; the sophisticated 'Strife,' in which sins from the pre-colonial past cast shadows into the present; and the rich and varied short-story collection 'Can We Talk?'
