Quotes About Sweet

The daintiest last, to make the end most sweet.

I never heardSo musical a discord, such sweet thunder.

As sweet and musicalAs bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair;And when Love speaks, the voice of all the godsMakes heaven drowsy with the harmony.

It was a lover and his lass,With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino,That o'er the green corn-field did pass,In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,When birds do sing, hey ding a ding, ding;Sweet lovers love the spring.

Sweets to the sweet: farewell!

Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?Sweets with sweet war not, joy delights in joy.

This music crept by me upon the waters,Allaying both their fury, and my passion,With its sweet air.

If music be the food of love, play on;Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,The appetite may sicken, and so die.That strain again! it had a dying fall:O! it came o'er my ear like the sweet soundThat breathes upon a bank of violets,Stealing and giving odor!

Things sweet the taste prove in digestion sour.

Books! tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it.

Pleasures newly found are sweet When they lie about our feet:

We'll talk of sunshine and of song, And summer days, when we were young; Sweet childish days, that were as long As twenty days are now.

Sam and I go way back to when he was a young coroner starting out and used to perform autopsies at weddings an sweet sixteens for cigarette money.

The sweetest of all sounds is praise.

You must learn one thing. The world was made to be free in. Give up all the other worlds except the one to which you belong. Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn anything or anyone that does not bring you alive is too small for you. — David Whyte, "Sweet Darkness," Poetry of Presence: An Anthology of Mindfulness Poems , eds. Phyllis Cole-Dai & Ruby R. Wilson (Grayson Books, 2017)

The carp boasted a proud, heroic lineage (though of course it was not aware of this, or anything else aside from a vague sense that being a fish was pretty sweet).

The night smelled like blackberry leaves and the ocean's nearness, something sweet and deep and full.

The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love.

Cake is merely a frosting delivery mechanism. Unfortunately,

She had a heart like a Twinkie, full of oversweet goo, yes, a real junk-food heart.

Tiramisu for desert.

Carina." Which means: Cute.

Now, now, said Vale in a sickeningly sweet voice reminiscent of a nursery nanny. I already gave him a drubbing for courting Emmie. Reynaud raised his eyebrows. You did? He did not, Hartley said even as Vale nodded happily. I threw him down the stairs. Vale pursed his lips and looked skyward. Not my recollection, but I can see how your memory of the event may've become hazy.

She knew about young boys—she'd spent the last year taking care of them. They were tough and reckless and yet at the same time so very sweet and vulnerable. Their cheeks were soft and their eyes apologized even as they fought to assert their independence with too smart mouths.